(Lesley's note: Beth's story is just one of the *many* that demonstrate how much parents like BBVD and how cool they can be when it comes time for live shows)
I first heard that Big Bad Voodoo Daddy was going to be playing relatively near where I live in New York while in the car with my grandfather. He was driving along with the radio on and a commercial for Turningstone Casino came on saying that the Gods, sorry, the Daddys would be playing there. Stop the world! I screamed so loud that he swerved and just missed crashing into a telephone pole. Oops.
Safely back in my own home, I proceeded to tell everyone I knew (none of whom had ever heard of BBVD) about the concert. Dad came through though and surprised me by laying two tickets on my pillow. Sweet dreams were had by all that night.
Next came the outfit crisis. I couldn't very well go in something I already owned, so I called on my trusted fashion consutant, otherwise known as my sister, helped me cruise the mall. After many a grueling hour trying on dresses and shoes (ahh, the price we pay for Voodoodom) I found a dress that was acceptable. An old swing-style black and white dress and real saddle shoes. I felt very vintage.
Dad, being the good sport that he is, didn't know the band, but agreed to go with me because most of my friends flat out refused to drive that far to see a swing band. (I cannot be held responsible for the poor taste of others.) During the drive I blasted the Cd and babbled the whole way about the "extremely important, must-know, absolutly imperative details of the band that is Big Bad Voodoo daddy". This took over an hour.
We got there at around 6:00 and the show started at eight. Oops. That's all right, there was dinner to be had and slot machines that I'm not allowed to touch to be looked at. Eventually we wondered over to the ballroom, breezing casually by the people who did not have the forsight to buy their tickets in advance and were now standing in an un-godly line. Checking out the merchandise table, I had to note that, unfortunately Dirk would not be there because he had that whole baby thing to take care of. Like that's a good excuse. :)
I was kind of disappointed to see that our seats were waaaaaaay in the back, but it didn't matter, because there was a dance floor up front and I'd stay up there all night anyway. not that I'm much of a dancer, but to be that close to Scotty and Josh and Karl. (insert shivers here). One does what she must do.
There wasn't an opening act, so it wasn't
long before we all got restless. But, ladies and gentlement, hold onto
your gin and tonics because.......BIG BAD
VOODOO DADDY IS
ON!
Here are some highlights
from the show:
-Scotty
doing his impression of Dirk, while Ron
on the bass kind of did his own little Dirk
thing
-Josh
doing a piano solo with his feet. Never before have I noticed the
true sculpture that is...feet.
-Andy
looking
like he was almost about to sing.....and then not. (He did do his vocal
part during "The Good-bye Song, though)
-Kurt
drumming
so hard that he broke on of his little drum things and we all waited while
they found him a new one. In the meantime, Scotty
told
a little story to keep us entertained (like we needed
it!)
-The parade
through
the audience and dance floor, stopping with Karl
right
in front of me! Does life get any better?
-Watching my poor, self-sacrificing father
try to swing dance. He really was trying...
-Hearing for the first time that the
new Cd was coming out...the next week! Oh, the Voodoo
Gods have been kind to their people.
We didn't stay for the meet and greet because Dad was looking a little green, plus I am waaay to shy for my own good, but next time I'm getting a picture of Karl. Without the glasses!