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10.24.2005 |
An Evening with Kevin Max |
The picture above is the cafe Bongo Java. A very unique and interesting place. This was mine and Jenn's first visit. We came up here to see Kevin Max perform. 10 hours of driving round trip but it was worth every mile of it. The space was tight but it made for a geniunely intimate experience. The performance was upstairs. Yeah, behind those doghouse windows. People were sitting in those. I'm quessing it was about 80 or so in attendance.
Here's a view from the back. I quess you could say there wasn't a bad seat in the house because you were so close to him even in the back. He sang most of the tracks from the Imposter album. He had two quitarist on stage with him, most of the show was accoustic except for the occasional performance track. Kevin Max has without a doubt one of the best voices in music today. It was the first time we had gotten to see him perform solo. That voice of his filled the room and demanded your awe and respect. He talked about his career, living in L.A. and shared some poetry. The poetry was great. He said that it should be done alot more. So Jenn & I wrote a poem about our experience on the trip home. I'll post them at the end.
Now this was definately a highlight. Getting our picture with the voice himself. My signed copy of Imposter clutched tightly in my hand. It was just a very memorial weekend.
Some highlights from the show: Kmax's drawing of Freddie Mercury with fangs and a cape in his poetry book. Turning down an offer to front Journey because he didn't want to wear Steve Perry's wardrobe. ROFL kmax:"Thanks for letting me share my poetry...I'd do it at a DC Talk concert and they'd go....'ok...you gonna do Jesus Freak? How 'bout some In The Light?' " The loyal band of Goth followers. ALL of the songs! They were GREAT! kmax: "There's nowhere to step." Getting halfway thru Fade to Red "That's not working." "What do you want to hear?"
So any way here's our poetry debut:
My wifes:
Crisp fall air...anticipation of unknown spaces 10 hours in a speeding metal box The music calls to us... Hidden places are made known Parts thought dead are resurrected Creativity is Reborn.
Mine:
A distant echo of a voice A 10 hour flight of fantasy Foaming coffee, breathing art, and a cd that skips on a song No black leather just a microphone No longer an echo, but an intimate whisper on a scream The imposter is laid bare By the fangs of freddie mercury and a half fade to red The moment fades with the lights But the voice will echo for eternity
Well, I'll write more about it later but I've got to get back to work. I wanted to put something up about it.
Laters -G. |
posted by G. @ 10:18 AM |
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Sounds like you two had a great time! Love the poems!
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iWow. Good to hear from you. This blog stuff is really great for getting in touch with people. I just need to remeber to keep it updated. How you all find the time I don't know. I went over to your blog, looks like you got a great family. Blog with you laters.
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Name: G.
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About Me: I have a beautiful wife, Jennifer, who has blessed me with two children. Haven Dawn & Xander Thomas. I'm a Producer/Editor for UAMS (Univ. of Arkansas for Medical Sciences). Go Cowboys!
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Sounds like you two had a great time! Love the poems!