I stayed up way too late last night watching a rockumentary about Rush on Palladia. I love Palladia; it’s what MTV could have been. I think it may be owned by MTV. Nevertheless, there were musicians from several other bands talking about Rush and the influence that band had on their own music. I started thinking about the times I’ve seen Rush and how they are kind of a man cave
band. I’m not sure why women don’t dig Rush like guys do….maybe you’ll enlighten me.
Anyway, that train of thought led me to man cave music and eventually to the concerts I’ve seen at, as they used to say, “The Incomparable Myriad!” Naming rights to the building have since been sold to Cox Cable but it’s still the Myriad to me.
My first concert there was in 1977 while I was just in 7th grade. I could not imagine turning my 7th graders loose in a venue that large….not sure what my Mom was thinking but we both survived the experience. And, I saw Led Zeppelin on their last North American tour. Yes I did. For $7. John Bonham, if memory serves, played his orange chrysolite Ludwig drums and had a platform that rolled to the front of the stage for Moby Dick. That and Jimmy Page being surrounded by a cone of lasers while he played his Les Paul with a violin bow are about all I remember…..but I was there DUDE! Continue reading Music from the Man Cave: Chronology of My Concert History at THE INCOMPARABLE MYRIAD
by Joey Rodman
I can’t quite remember what I got for Christmas last year. Or the year before. And definitely not the year before that.
In fact, for the most part I can’t remember what I got for Christmas for the last ten years. (No offense to my husband I promise.) I can however, remember what I got for Christmas when I was six years old.
You see, those gifts changed my life. I remember finding them in my mother’s closet…
I had waited until she was asleep on the couch to go poking through her room. I knew my presents were in there because she had forbidden me from setting foot anywhere near her small closet about a week before. I might have been six, but I wasn’t an idiot; something was hiding in there.
Continue reading Childhood Journey to Rock Heaven, Zeppelin Style