Friday, November 16, 2012
Got to the venue to see Conniption, a local band, playing already...at 7 pm, when I thought they were to play at 8. Eschewed whatever was left of the Black Dahlia Murder's set to watch those guys, as they're a fantastic band, hopefully slated for bigger things. Funny thing, I'd seen the Black Dahlia Murder play once before, when they were a local Detroit act foisted onto a bill they were unsuited for (in terms of musical style), when they opened for Symphony X and Blind Guardian in 2002. This was the second time I've been in a position to see them again, and just passed. That first impression wasn't... impressive.
The second band on the main bill, All that Remains, was also a band I'd caught before, and not been particularly impressed with. As I attended that show (in a small club in Madison) on a freshly sprained ankle, hobbling on crutches an hour after a softball injury, I'd wondered whether that impression was colored by pain. Tonight, I found the answer, and in a word, it's No. Once again, I was kind of bored by their presentation, more so than just not really being into their music.
That wasn't the case with the headliner, Dethklok. Now, I've seen bits and pieces of the Met apocalypse cartoon, but not enough to know any narrative or have a grasp of who even the main glcharacters were. Didn't matter, the music was backed by scenes from the show, including some with lyrics allowing even dethklok newbies to yell along. It did distract a bit from me watching the individual musicians I'd planned on watching, but no matter. The evening was a ggod time overall, and all the better for having been free. My friend Mike, who drove, waved away my offer of gas money by referring to the fact I'd procured the tickets, something that took all the effort of reaching out toward a guy offering free tickets and grabbing some. But hey, I wasn't complaining.
A good night, all told. Might have been even better better, had Robb Flynn's hernia not required immediate attention, forcing Machine Head off the your, but again, I'm not really complaining, it really was a swell evening.