Thursday, October 23, 2008

Beatles Marathon 1 - Classic Albums Live

Classic Albums Live presents:
Beatles Marathon 1
(Please Please Me
Meet the Beatles
Hard Days Night)
August 8, 2008
Phoenix Concert Theatre, Toronto
by Live Music Head







I was surprised he got there before me.
"You're stoned, aren't you Luke?"
F&*^king ripped... really, really ripped!"

Looking smart dressed all in black,
with drooping eyelids and a mischievous grin,
he says, "what? what?"It's a good thing we weren't crossing the border for the show.
No border official would've let us in.
And that would've sucked because
the night was the first of the Beatles Marathon.
Covers of the early Beatles,
the baby Beatles if you will
performed by Classic Albums Live;
the first three records of the catalogue,
in their entirety, live,
note for note, cut for cut.
Such a a treat!
Not since the original marathon
have I heard the baby Beatles performed live,
and although I'm disappointed
Greg Wyard and Rod Phillips won't be in the band this night,
I simply couldn't wait.
Because if there's one thing I've learned about CAL,
the musicianship never lets me down.
But I'm having a senior's moment now.
I don't remember what song opened the show.
I Saw Her Standing There, no?
What I really remember was the song fading out at the end,
just like the record.
"How the hell do they do that?"
And they continued to do it throughout the night.
Joe Power, on bass and vocals
caught my attention straight off the top.
It's been some time since I've seen weejoep on the Phoenix stage,
with bouncy stage presence conveying his joy for the music.
Anna (Go To Him) was a stand out.
It would seem the newly-wed Jerome Godboo
took time out from his honeymoon to blow harp for
Chains and Love Me Do, amoung others.
The groom was spotted with his bride earlier.
And with Beatle music…
it's all about love, isn't it?
Doug Inglis makes me laugh;
the drummer who came up front to sing Boys.
And the brother of Larry, Terence Gowan is new;
a rocker with great control of the guitar and
strong vocals on It Won't Be Long.
The stoned one asked, "but what about the Spanish version?"
as the band ripped into She Loves You, German-style.
"Huh?"
The doctor, Mike Daley
grabbed my heart Till There Was You,
and then I was completely distracted.
Seeing him out front, I knew he'd be in the house,
but I didn't expect so many sightings of
the one-who-ripped-my-heart-out.
It's been a while,
but I don't think the old heart has mended.
You Really Got a Hold On Me.
A great clapping section for I Wanna Hold Your Hand
and other standouts were Money (That's What I Want),
and Baby It's You...
I love the "cheat, cheat" backup vocals on that number.
But the real highlight of the show for me?
And I knew it would be.
This Boy!
This Boy!
This Boy!!
It makes me emotional just thinking about it.
"Oh, and that boy won't be happy
till he's seen you cryyyyy…"

Joe Power really sounded like John Lennon,
and after hearing that I could have left.
I could have gone home right then and there,
perfectly satisfied.
And had I left,
I wouldn't have been startled to find
the one-who-ripped-my-heart-out
suddenly standing right beside me.
Towering more than a foot above, he looked down and asked...
"are you taking notes?"
It had been a while since I'd heard his voice.
And how the hell can I use a pen now, hearing…
"If I give my heart to you
I must be sure from the very start
that you
would love me more than her"

You Can't Do That rocked,
and Marcus Garrison was a fun cowbell.
I didn't want the show to end.
Just like at the original Beatle marathon,
I could easily have stood there for days.
Days!
For the love of Beatle music
and the wonderous CAL musicians who perform it.
When it did come to an end, I thought...
what the hell will we do now?
The Zombies She's Not There was playing overhead
during after-show conversation,
but because the Phoenix plays it so loud,
I got exhausted trying to be heard over it.
Luke and I left with our bottled water
and tripping up Sherbourne St.
couldn't have agreed more.
Craig Martin has a really great thing going with the series.
We raved and raved,
but the stoned one was done,
and off the other way.
Hailing a cab to head north,
I sat back in my seat smiling.
Three more Beatles shows were to come!
But pulling my cell phone from my bag,
a deep sigh was I.
The missed call read...
"the-one-who-ripped-your-heart-out".

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