The one thing I will give to the House of Blues was that they have very efficient bands playing at their establishment. The tear down was done with military like precision and beauty.
So I waited. And then I waited. And then, for a change, I waited a bit more. And then, the cheering started and the lights went on to the stage and out came the band I, along with most of the others there, had come to see. Motorhead.
They all came out smoking a fresh cigarette and threw them down on the stage. Lemmy said something to the effect of “We’re Motorhead. We play rock and roll!” and then they started to. Some of the songs were killed by death, overkill, dr. rock, goin to brazil, and an acoustic version of something called the roadhouse blues which was not what I would expect from Motorhead, but I was impressed none the less.
One contention. For some reason they were going fine until about the third or fourth song, when all of a sudden the sound began the feedback thing that concert goers hate so much. As well as the band actually. It seemed it was a problem with the roadies from Motorhead, because the guy at the sound board back where I was didn’t seem to be the guy with the problem. But all in all it was an awesome experience and as the heat increased and the band continued it got better and better. They left and came back for the encore of ace of spades and the place went nuts. Towards the end of the show a guy from behind me started to chat and whoop and yell and generally have a good time. He invited me to go party with him and the band after the show, which for some reason when I have a four or more hour drive I always get invited to hang with the bands, but I declined as I had the drive and my son would be awake earlier then I wanted. He smiled and said cool, and I began to try, as the show was over, to make my way out of the place and back into the open air.
