Showing posts with label Joe Satriani. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Satriani. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Chickenfoot Live!

Photo courtesy of Axeshredder.com

Photo courtesy of Axeshredder.com

I’ve been flogging the new hard rock supergroup Chickenfoot for months. I reviewed the album. I linked the “Oh Yeah” video on our Facebook page.

I bought tickets for me, Chris and the spouses when they went on sale.

Then we waited.

Circumstances required the spouses to drop out, but Chris and I made our pilgrimage downtown to the Verizon Wireless Theater on Wednesday night to catch The ‘Foot in all their glory.

Someone asked me this week what exactly Chickenfoot was. Now, given the current state of “rock” radio (and I use that in the loosest of terms), its little wonder I sounded half crazed with my constant Facebook “FOOT” statusi.

In case you missed it, Sammy Hager, Michael Anthony, Chad Smith and Joe Satriani had a baby and they named it Chckenfoot. That’s right, its half of Van Hagar, a Red Hot Chili Pepper and the guitar dude with the Silver Surfer fixation.

And let it be known my friends, they do rock.

Davey Knowles and Back Door Slam opened. We last saw them last year opening up Kid Rock’s “Rock and Rebels” tour. They’ve gotten a lot better. They’ve added a keyboard and they’re stepped firmly into that rich history of bluesy British rock bands. Knowles even name checked Peter Frampton as a favorite artist. It showed.

After the requisite intermission, Chickenfoot took the stage one member at a time. Once the entire band was on the stage they launched into the CDs opener, “Avenida Revolucion.” Its one of the album’ s strongest tracks and really set the tone for the show.

The band then proceeded to blast through the 11 songs from the album and a couple that didn’t make the cut, including a bluesy New Orleans homage.

These guys were having fun. Hagar was, as Chris pointed out, “doing what Sammy does best.” That statement will either make you smile or cringe. There is no middle ground. Love him or hate him, Hagar is one of the consummate hard rock front men. He worked the band, the stage and the crowd like he has been doing for more than 30 years. You wouldn’t believe he’s in his 60s to watch him on the stage.

In Chad Smith, Hagar may have found his perfect foil. Smith mixed it up verbally all night. That’s in addition to beating the holy hell out of his drum kit. Smith is one of the most underrated drummers in rock and with Chickenfoot he gets to show he’s got more than just “punk funk” licks. He drove the band all night while peppering the audience with drum sticks.

I can’t decide if Joe Satriani is an android or an alien, but he is most certainly not human. Some of the sounds he gets out of his guitar are simply unnatural. Amazing, but unnatural. He stood on his side of the stage shredding, apparently oblivious to the shenannigans taking place to his left.

And then there’s Michael Anthony. That sentence might just encapsulate Anthony’s Hall of Fame career. He kept the rhythm section solid, laid down his trademark harmony vocals and did what he has done since the late 70s, he was Mad Mikey.

Did I mention these guys were having fun.

They teased “The Immigrant Song” with Smith pummelling his kit like a Viking declaring war and Anthony handling the high vocals riff at the beginning of the song. Alas, it was not to be.

What did happen was the encore. Free of original Chickenfoot material, the band launched into a tremendous classic rock encore starting with Hagar’s Montrose classic “Bad Motorscooter.” Then it was the show’s highlight, at least for me…a cover of Deep Purple’s “Highway Star” with Satriani somehow simulating that song’s organ riff while still playing the lead. The final song was “My Generation” which ended with Smith crashing through his drum kit ala Keith Moon.

If Chickenfoot is coming to your area and you like big melodic rock, buy a ticket. If you’re a fan of any of the other bands these guys are members of, don’t go expecting a greatest hits show. They’re a band and they’re playing their material. Enjoy it for what it is.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Joe Satriani: how Jimi Hendrix changed my life

"The day Jimi Hendrix died, I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful day in suburban Long Island. I was 14 years old, I was on the Carle Place High School football team, and I was standing outside the gym, all suited up and ready to go onto the field for practice. Everything was right in the world.

"Suddenly one of my teammates came up to me - he had just been home for lunch so he saw the news on TV - and he said, 'Hey Joe, you know that guy you like so much, Jimi Hendrix? I heard he just died.'

"I'm pretty sure I was about the only kid in school who knew who Jimi Hendrix even was. Through my older siblings, I was getting turned on to all the great music that was happening at the time, and I really loved Hendrix. So this kid, my teammate, thought I should know.

"The minute he told me, my whole life flashed before my eyes. I don't think this kid expected the impact it would have on me. It was such a blow. I was devastated, shattered, in a fog of emotion. Without so much as taking another step towards the field, I turned around, went back into the gym and I told my coach, 'Jimi Hendrix just died, and I'm quitting the team to become a guitar player.'

"I was anticipating an argument - the coach was a former marine and a pretty tough guy - but he just stared at me. Maybe I looked so crazy or despondent, I don't know, but he simply said, 'Well, all right. Go right ahead.'

"Jimi Hendrix died today and I'm going to devote my life to playing the electric guitar" a then-14-year-old Joe Satriani to his family at the dinner table

"Telling the coach was one thing. Later that evening, I had to tell my parents. We were a large family of seven. Dinner was progressing normally, the usual conversations, until I said basically the same thing I had told my coach: 'Jimi Hendrix died today and I'm going to devote my life to playing the electric guitar.' There was a long moment of awkward silence, as you might expect, which was followed by a lot of lively discussion.

"My family was sort of used to me saying crazy things, but this time I think everybody knew I meant it; that I had actually decided on a course for my life, so much so that my older sister, Carol, who had just started teaching art in school, said that she would donate her first paycheck towards getting me an electric guitar so I could begin my new life as a musician."