Having seen this wonderful band three times already, I had no plans to attend their latest show in Boulder. However, when a new acquaintance uttered the words “We should go!” at lunch one day, I couldn’t say no to introducing a new person to the magical experience of seeing A Silent Film live. Said person did not actually end up going to the show, but I did, and I brought a friend who was a fan but hadn’t seen them in person.
I’ve heard a lot of hoopla about the live shows put on by Walk the Moon, and I was very much looking forward to this concert. Throw The Mowgli’s and Smallpools into the mix and holy hell what a lineup. Both openers were fantastic and did a great job pumping up the crowd with their charismatic and joyful sets. So much so in my case that I couldn’t help but be disappointed once Walk the Moon took the stage.
If you’re a fan of Italian horror, you know Goblin. Masters of the synthesizer, they’ve created some of the most hauntingly cool scores ever put to film. Needless to say, this film nerd jumped at the chance to see them on their first U.S. tour. How apropos that one of the stops on the tour would be at the Gothic Theater.
It’s become sort of a family tradition for my dad and I to go see Springsteen whenever his tour brings him through Denver. The last time was in April of 2009 when the Big Man was still with us. Through a series of unfortunate events, we lost our seats and ended up with GA floor tickets. If you’ve never been to a Springsteen show, the process for floor admission (should you so choose) is an interesting one.
You see, if you have floor seats, you can opt in for the wristband lottery. Where you show up a few hours early, get a wristband with a number on it, and then stand around for the rest of the afternoon with a few hundred other people until official looking people with megaphones show up and start shouting instructions at you. The reason you’re putting yourself through this is for the chance at a spot in the pit, which holds a limited amount of people. Everyone with a wristband has an equal chance of making it in the pit, and even if you don’t make it, you still end up with a pretty sweet view. They determine who goes by having a member of the crowd draw a number. That number is the starting point, and X amount of people (in our case 499) after that person get to go in the pit. If you’re in that group of numbers, you’re in for a real treat.
In 2009, we arrived early and thus received low numbers (89 & 90). We naturally blame this for not making it into the pit that year. “It’s better to get a number in the middle,” my dad says. We had a great time anyway.
Cut to 2012 and another chance to see The Boss. Of course we had to try for the pit again, so I bought GA tickets the second they went on sale. My dad flew out from Illinois to stay for two whole days and we did our father-daughter music nerd thing. The day of the show we were strategizing our wristband approach. I had to get some work done in the morning, so the plan was to grab a late lunch and then head down to the Pepsi Center after. What wasn’t part of the plan was forgetting the tickets at home.
No big deal, it cost us about an hour, but as a result we ended up getting low 400s instead of low 200s and that meant we made it to the front of the pit. Fuck. Yes.
“It’s because you forgot the tickets!” my dad exclaimed. Damn straight.
Every time I see Springsteen I swear it’s the greatest concert I’ve been to, but I really mean it this time. I was a little worried about the absence of Clarence, but these guys play with even more heart after the loss of their bandmate. We didn’t get the best set list, but we got an epic version of “E Street Shuffle” and I have a newfound love for “Human Touch.” Thanks Boss.
Two years ago I happened to catch a tweet and ended up seeing Two Door Cinema Club live on Halloween. It was an amazing show. This year I had the chance to see them again, also in October, but sadly no costumes this time around. The show was fantastic, though. Great lighting, great showmanship, and a packed, energetic, crowd. I probably could have done without the hand-dancing hippy girl in front of me, but that’s just how it goes.