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Dateline: The Fillmore, Denver, CO, 12/30/99; Show 266

"Do I get my own monitor mix?"
"I just want to know if the stage moves..."

Everybody laughs at Rob Eaton's joke... long and genuinely. 

Gone is the nightmarish Garton's funhouse stage, and in it's place is a real 
CONCERT HALL... 

Same shit it may BE, but same place it most definitely AIN'T.

Stepping onto the stage at the Fillmore in Denver is an experience I highly 
recommend... it's a beautiful view. A huge wood floor, pristine as an NBA 
court stretching out in front of you and the familiar chandeliers hanging 
from the ceiling... posters from past shows and past lives of the hall on the 
walls... there's a dazzling burst of lights over your head and then you're 
blinded by pin spots as they come to rest somehow PERFECTLY in your eyes...

Bill Graham himself might smile... after he made sure no one was looking, 
that is...

This gig went by in a flash... I remember walking in, setting up mics, and 
the show was over... a fun blur, pretty much...

They have several people on hand to move your equipment in, for one thing... 
we're used to a fast, efficient load with Beau and Team Dark Star but you add 
a few guys who know the routine and can perform the delicate ballet of moving 
cases without getting in each other's way and you have a truly remarkable 
demonstration of how the pyramids might have been built... a true marvel to 
behold... it's the sort of thing that brings a tear to a sound-geek's eye, I 
tell ya...

I turned around from putting my mics on stands and the band was set up...

EVEN DINO!

OK... y'know how I said being on the BUS was the closest thing I've 
experienced to time travel?

Huh.

Scratch that.

I positioned my mics where I wanted them and Dave was familiar enough with 
what we wanted to accomplish as far as the input list, so I walked out to the 
mix position to see what I had to work with.

Andy the house tech greeted me warmly and after a quick look I decided to use 
all house equipment... friends, the place was set UP, with a beautifully 
refurbished Soundcraft console (a PRO series this time) and all the effects 
and other toys I would need to do my job... there was no need for me to bring 
in any of my stuff, which means I wouldn't have to set any of it up... which 
means no tear-down... no CLEANING...

Remember what I said about myself and the whole 'WORK' thing?

HA! This was gonna be GREAT!

To be truthful though, I did look around the place with a small amount of 
trepidation... it's a flippin' BARN... a big cavernous hall, and the one 
thing about rooms like this throughout the comparitively short history of 
amplified popular music is that they can have inherent acoustic qualities or 
conditions which may impare one's appreciation of a musical performance...

Translation?

The sound gets f*cked.

Not so at the Fillmore in Denver, Colorado.

I'm going to say something here about the Fillmore and I want you to 
understand the true gravity of it... I don't bandy this sort of compliment 
around, so believe me when I say that the Fillmore is one of the absolute 
BEST sounding venues, even EMPTY, that I have EVER had the pleasure to mix... 
the ONE thing I would add are some delayed speakers about halfway back in the 
room to hit the crowd back there like the folks upfront are gettin' it, 
especially given the decibal limit I was given (more on THAT in a moment)... 
but SERIOUSLY... I felt EXTREMELY confident after just about a half a song 
and after setting the mix I walked around the room... the PA felt tight and 
clean, there was a nonexistent noise floor (usually a PA will have a 
perceptable "hiss" but not really, here) ... and the low end was punchy 
without making the room go "wooooof" no matter what note Hazdra chose to play 
on his bass... 

One of the reasons for this is that the PA in the Fillmore has a separate 
knob on each channel that sends the signal to the subwoofers or bass 
speakers... on any larger PA like this the sound from the console goes 
through what's called a "crossover"... what this device does is divides the 
sound into parts and sends them to the appropriate set of speakers (cymbals 
through the horns and tweeters, vocals through the high-mid cabinets and 
horns, bass through the subwoofers, etc.)... what having this separation 
allows me to do is to only send those instruments I WANT low stuff from (the 
kick drum, the bass) to that part of the PA and I DON'T get any really low 
stuff from other sources, such as a vocal or a guitar... in the words of 
Homer Simpson I'm "Dumbing It Down A Shade", but essentially that's what 
happens... just another way of minutely controlling the sound but a 
suprisingly rare option in systems I use out there... the Fox Theater in 
Boulder and the Aggie in Ft. Collins are set up that way and those are two 
other rooms I recall paying the same level of compliment I just gave the 
Fillmore...

Yessir... I LOOOOOOOVE Colorado!!!

After checking each instrument Lisa still hadn't shown up, so the band gave 
me a little bit of "Masterpiece" and I slid the faders up, bringing the kits 
effortlessly into focus around the rest of the band... it was so EASY... and 
after about half the song the band fizzled out, turning to tune up and ask 
for a few changes from Dave in Monitor World...

Andy asked me if I was OK with everything and I told him "DEFINITELY", which 
made him return my beaming smile... Dave also seemed to be in Audio Engineer 
Heaven at his console just off the right side of the stage, a speaker set up 
for checking mixes now deftly dialed in for his own enjoyment of the show... 
satisfied, Andy took off to attend to some other production duties and I 
turned and muted the house, completely content with only the briefest of 
checks...

Now I ask you: When does THAT happen?

About five minutes had gone by and I was hanging out in the mix position 
talking with Bryan when I noticed John counting off, the rest of the band 
watching him for their cue... I reached over and unmuted the house, and the 
opening strains of "St. Stephen" floated out of the PA... I held my breath 
and only exhaled what seemed like several minutes later when they had firmly 
established that this was for real... the several people in the hall - 
employees and "hangers" - stopped in their tracks... if only for a minute... 
to listen.

This was music.

Tenuousness gave way to explosive non-thought and the hall sang for the most 
brief time, pourous and sweet lilting melodies making way for dense sheets of 
sound...

I just stood there with my arms folded, eyes closed, feeling like the 
luckiest person on the planet... the sound swirled and dove, swimming around 
me like a ghost as the music truly DID play the band... the jam turned 
distinctly "Not Fade Away" in nature and at this point I came out of my revre 
and grabbed my decibel meter... 

The house had instructed me that I could hit peaks of around 102 dB, 103 max 
on 'A' Weighting as opposed to 'C' ... 'A' Weighting means that the meter 
reacts much faster and is less forgiving, essentially... and during the jam I 
was reading around 101 dB at the mix position, which is good... if I had 
people to absorb some of the sound I could turn it up even louder... so at 
that point the house was happy... but even when I get a room full of bodies, 
it can still only go that loud where I'm standing. That's what I was told...

I'm going to admit to something and this might get me watched a bit more 
closely next time I go through the Fillmore to work, but it DEFINITELY went 
over 102 dB at the mix position during the second set... SEVERAL times...

Heh.

Yer welcome.

The funny thing is, the house techs DID come out at several points during the 
show and take their own readings... it just so happened that those times were 
during the intro to "Scarlet" or the like... I was amazed at my luck but as 
usual I wasn't about to question the situation, just ride it to it's weird 
and hopefully glorious end...

Here's What Gets Me:

At the end of this spontaneous little mini-show, everyone onstage just sort 
of nodded that "yeah, that's the way the song goes" and put their instruments 
down... 

I was numb.

If that was sound check, I couldn't WAIT for the show.

Bryan sat with the house LD Matt Schneider (also of the Fox Theater, we've 
worked with him several times) while he coached Bryan through the mechanics 
of that particular controller and setting up scenes for the show, and I went 
with the rest of the band downstairs to the dining room...

Bryan's a good egg. He clicked with the band instantly and he puts his work 
before most anything... even eating... which for THIS boy is sayin' 
something... he's a bottomless pit when it comes to eating, and instead of 
getting fat the guy just grows UPWARDS... he'ss gotta be around 7'9" now, and 
as a result we've had to ask the venues we play to put clearance warnings on 
doorways and such...

I kid him almost constantly but I like the amount of dedication he puts into 
learning his job... he's got an open mind and a good eye for color blends 
(more of a talent than it sounds, I assure you) and he does a lot with a 
little as I've said before, not to mention loading in and out... he reminds 
me of myself in a lot of ways, really...

... he's lacking in the "Social Miscreant" catagory and he doesn't freak out 
when asked to perform manual labor... that's really the only difference...

... and that's... OK.

Bryan DID eventually get fed, fear not... and what a spread they set out at 
the Fillmore. There was a buffet of stir fry, tofu, chicken, rice, and some 
sort of fish cooked to order while you waited by an on-hand chef... salad, 
fresh bread and rolls... dessert tray... and a cooler with a wide array of 
soft drinks, teas, etc. ...

In short they did the West Coast Fillmore Tradition proud!

After eating until my belly was distended (and NOT ashamed of it), I wandered 
around the club observing the crowd as it assembled before settling down in 
the band room (one of THREE I was told about) to hang out with some friends 
who had come out for the shows from Chicago and other parts of the country...

Besides Tiny and Kelley, our good friend and constant supporter Box was in 
attendance for his birthday making him one of the few to have seen BOTH 
Fillmore shows to date, and I saw Bill the monitor engineer from the Canopy 
Club in Champaign, IL in there for awhile, reportedly with a whole troop from 
the Canopy... John-John (not the JFK Jr. guy but another of OUR "family") and 
Larry... 

Geez.

It was like being at Martyrs'!!!

Speaking of traveling, there were a lot of people who I met each night from 
around the country who had come out to the Rockies to be with us for the New 
Year run, and I feel extremely touched when I find that out about someone... 
it's the most accurate barometer of what we do, people like that... to spend 
your "off" time following US means we gotta be doing something right, 
folks... let the news groups rage but the proof is in YOU all, I say... so 
while I'm on the subject - Pennsylvania, Maryland, New York, Illinois, 
Michigan, Tennessee, Ohio, California, Oregon, and anyone else's state I 
missed... THANK YOU for the greatest compliment you can give a band!!!

Lisa did in fact show up for dinner with her guy, the inimitable Wavy Dave 
- badass mutha in his own banjo/bass rite - and we all had a good time
with stories of the previous night's show (Lisa still has yet to grace 
Garton's)...

Then, suddenly, "Showtime".

Lisa made her first Colorado show at the LoDo Music Hall here in Denver and 
there was a definite pleased buzz through the crowd as she quietly walked out 
onstage... she always looks so demure and passive when she first walks out, 
and it never fails to make me smile because I know the cannon that waits 
within...

"Go ahead, smile... shake her hand... you FOOLS... the woman's about to SMOKE 
YOUR GREY MATTER!"

Indeed.

The show was 5/5/77 from Veteran's Memorial in New Haven, CT., and DAMN if we 
weren't there for awhile!

Mr. Eaton showed off his 'Bobby' early on with "Promised Land", kicking his 
foot, jerking his head, and throwing everything into the vocal mic... after a 
lengthy but sort of low-energy "Sugaree" (at least from where I stood) Lisa 
took a powder from the stage while the band played a jumpy "Mama Tried" and 
"El Paso"...

"Mama Tried" was great, with John lighting a fire under the band, but for 
some reason Rob blanked on the words to "El Paso"...

Prefacing this with the same bull-pucky I threw in the LAST rash when 
concerning Mr. Eaton and his performance, I gotta say it was funny... a 
complete wash, lyricly... but the crowd dug the Hell out of it treating Rob 
just as if it had been Bobby up there... 

"That's OK, man... we love you anyway!"

... so no harm-no foul...

That's the biggest boon about playing to our audience, they take it all in 
stride and don't ask for blood when we make a mistake here or there... myself 
included...

... and I've had some DOOZIES, remember???

*koff*

Where was I?

Oh... so after "Tennessee Jed", it was time for Lisa to step up and 
deliver... I had been working on her vocal for the brief moments I had her on 
the mic up to this point (she missed sound check, remember?), but all my 
fears were swept away as she matched Rob and at times overtook him with the 
shear power of her presence... later on at the end of the set I got my 
now-customary chills when she belted out the "Band out on the highway" 
line... and as usual I wasn't alone... well over twelve-hundred people 
screamed along with me!

"Lazy Lightning>Supplication" has always been one of my favorite sets of 
songs, and doing it with Rob Eaton at the helm has been a real pleasure... 
Rob came out swingin', determined to erase "El Paso" at all costs... Scott's 
cascading piano perfectly offset Rob's delivery of the difficult lines in 
"Supplication" and I shifted gears and became a pure fan again for that set 
of songs, quietly dancing behind the board...

Honestly, some nights I feel like I'm stealin' when I get paid. This was one 
of them.

After an all-to-short set break where everyone swam through the crowd of 
well-wishers and family in the main band room with hugs and stuff all around, 
I grabbed some bottles of water and headed back out into the equally thick 
crowd... by now we had a house of fifteen-hundred hungry sets of feet to 
move, and that's just what happened...

"Bertha" again, this time to open the second set and I think it was more 
gritty, more pronounced in it's delivery, than the one in Vail the previous 
night showing once again why these guys are doing their job... Rob E. gave 
everyone a reason to raise their hands with "Estimated" before a quick tuning 
break... there were a few who knew what was coming, but when the Collective 
Consciousness of the room caught on to the tail of the "Scarlet Begonias" 
riff it was all over but the DANCING... a nice jam with Lisa's sultry moans 
slid easily into "Fire on the Mountain", a major cheer erupting when John 
finally gave up the signature riff, confirming that the slow boil would 
indeed continue...

After "Good Lovin" (one of the songs that broke the sonic Magenot Line set by 
the house, dB-wise), the band collected themselves and beautifully recreated 
the afternoon's "St. Stephen"... I was told later by a sweaty and grinning 
audience member that he preferred the rendition we did that night to the one 
he saw with Phil, and not ever having even heard tapes of the show in 
question I can't comment... but the tapes are out there... you make the 
call...

It made me proud to be part of this band... that's all I'll say.

"Sugar Magnolias" brought the place to a new level of freak-out, and after a 
brief huddle backstage they came back for the "J.B. Goode" encore... Denver 
let their love be known in no uncertain terms, prompting a shuffling "aw 
shucks" response from the band...

Like I said, they truly don't understand the depths they plumb or the heights 
they hit sometimes over the course of an evening and how important it is for 
the rest of us to feel that ride, even if it's only once in awhile... and how 
that elation heals us, feeds that habit we all so foolishly thought we'd 
"only dabble in" so long ago, and empowers us to face the rest of our dreary 
lives, knowing that the music is in good hands.

The "Mission in the Rain>China Cat>Know You Rider" was about as 
crowd-pleasing as it gets... you Colorado folks just dig the big stinky 
MONKEY SHIT outa your "Rider" now, don't ya???

Good GAWD, Y'all!!!

"Bar Keep! Sedatives All Around!!!"

As the band left the stage and I faded the traditional "Green Sleeves" up on 
the PA, I looked around at all the smiling happy faces, people hugging each 
other deliriously... and I thought, "Two Down, Two To Go".

I wanted these gigs in Colorado to be special... not that I wanted something 
different for Colorado than I want for anywhere else in the country we 
play... don't misunderstand me... it's just that I wanted to come out here 
after a line-up change and lots of other stuff and KNOCK PEOPLE OVER... I 
didn't want to give them a show for the ticket price, I wanted to deliver the 
music into everyone's skulls like they've never felt it... 

... and in just about every way I could figger, we done it.

So Far.

We still had two shows at the mysterious Howling Wolf Cafe in Aspen... one of 
them being the biggest-touted night of, well... "Any time YOU can recall, 
sonny..." or... uh... 

Whatever.

Hey... I had Big Dave Miller on my side and the best damned bunch of family 
on the road any man could want... 

What could go wrong?

COMING SOON: What Goes Wrong, Everyone Gets Right, Fireworks, "The End Is 
Near!", and Dark Star Orchestra Performs The Impossible One Last Time In The 
1900's!!!

Have a lift ticket on me, y'all!!!