I'm not sure how many of you know about my love for Chris Robinson? He is the lead singer of the Black Crowes, and from the time I was 14 until some time in my 20's, I thought this was my soul mate, the man that I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. About the time Kate Hudson came on the scene, is when my dreams were crushed, and even though Kate gave up on him, I'm still here. He is one of those performers that was obviously born to be on stage. He has presence. He has attitude. He is a rock star.
Chris Robinson Brotherhood, which is the name of his new solo project, were in Charleston for a two-night stint at the Pour House, and we refrained and only bought tickets for the second night, which was this past Friday. It's probably a good thing that we limited ourselves, considering the week we had at work. But just knowing he was in my town, literally down the street from where I was, was satisfying in itself.
I can't recall how many times that I've seen him (too many to count), whether it be with the Black Crowes or New Earth Mud, and now the Brotherhood. But one thing's for sure, he never ever disappoints.
We learned through emails and Facebook that the show was sold out, and to get there early, and that they were even opening a third bar, which is rare. There would be no opening band, and doors open at 8pm. Normally, we don't show up to the Pour House until at least 10pm because no band ever starts any earlier than that. This time however, we arrived at 9:30 to a semi-packed house, we settled into a spot near the stage, and waited with the beers we'd grabbed. By the time the band started we had had another round, since it was probably 10:30 or so before they went on.
I think I smiled the entire show. The whole time. Perma-grin.
I was also trying to make mental notes the entire show, focusing on what he was wearing, the songs he was singing, and all the little details that I wanted to remember. The strange thing was that he sounded better than anyone else I've ever seen there. Coincidence? I think not. His voice was crystal clear, like listening to a cd. And the truly funny thing, was that I didn't know ANY of the songs in the first set, and only 1 song in the second set that was from New Earth Mud, called Sunday Sound. He also covered Elvis' Blue Suede Shoes, which was interesting!
I didn't care what he played, it was all good in his bluesy, soul searching, deep kind of way. After the first set, we made our way to the stage and were able to snag setlist from one of the band members. We stayed in that spot the remainder of the show. Right there, with our drinks sitting on the stage, and Chris not but about 5 to 8 feet from me. At one point the keyboardist (who was right next to us) played a solo, and at the end I actually high-fived him! Too hilarious!
Afterwards, I stole a show poster off the wall, and proceeded to try to get the bands autographs... I was only successful with the drummer George Sluppick and the bassist Mark Dutton. The others were off to the tour bus. I waited around outside for a while, but with no luck. Oh well, it was enough to be in their presence for a couple of hours!
|Even though we are both happily married now, I like to imagine that this is the|
moment where he discovers me there, in the audience...
We left the Pour House and made our usual stop at the Waffle House for my smothered, covered, diced, and chunked hashbrowns. This is where I proceeded to write down a list of all the things I wanted to remember about the night. Yes, this is the dork that I am.
Are you a fan of the Black Crowes? Have a favorite song by them? Or album? Who is your favorite band?