SHARING THE SHOWS
Anthony Rosano and the Conqueroos - Downtown Hampton Block Party - Hampton, VA - August 3, 20198/5/2019 After a Saturday spent adulting (eye exam, Costco trip, including purchase of seaweed snacks, research/reading for my book), I made my way to downtown Hampton for the block party with Anthony Rosano and the Conqueroos, despite Chester’s attempts to prevent my exit from our domicile (all he has to do is lay on my legs or stomach, and I’m powerless).
I got there at about 7:15. I grooved solo for about an hour before Gary arrived. We grooved a bit before setbreak. I’m proud of myself for resisting the impulse to buy a CD (too much crap on my shelves as it is). At setbreak, Gary and I grabbed some chow at a nearby restaurant called Brown Chicken Brown Cow. He informed me that name is derived from that iconic 1970s porn riff (and when I sound it out, it makes sense, hear it for yourself). Their chicken wings had a nice tang to them, but the burger and waffle fries tasted like they’d been sitting on the counter for a brief spell (alas, I forgot to get pictures of the band, but at least the entrée was aesthetically pleasing). And it was adequate sustenance for the second set. Anthony brought out the pedal stell guitar, and the band played some cool teases, like Peter Frampton’s “Do You Feel Like We Do” and the Grateful Dead’s “Franklin’s Tower.” They also played a full “Dancing Days” (ironically, I dig Stone Temple Pilots’s version more than Led Zeppelin’s). The following song was one a friend of Anthony’s dedicated to his wife. Immediately following that dedication, a drum riff that sounded similar to the opening of Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hiills” started before he played an original (passive-aggressive?). Anthony had the audience clapping to the drumbeats, and as I was writing that observation, Gary slapped my right hand to signal me to clap with them. Now I believe that’s a true friend, despite the instinctual “stern teacher” look I gave him, as Mark likes to put it. Ahhhh, bros… Before the encore, I yelled “Play drums and space!” Right before I told Gary what I yelled, I was more entertained by my own joke than he was. Nobody lease laughed either, which was, of course, due to the sound of the crowd. Ummm, yeahhhhh. But I was entertained, and that’s what counts. They busted out “War Pigs” for an encore. My first rock album was a cassette tape with Black Sabbath’s Paranoidon one side and Heaven & Hellon the other, which I purchased from the Nanuet Mall’s Sam Goody in 1993 with money I’d earned from 6 a.m. deliveries of the Rockland-Journal News. I was fifteen and had started watching Beavis and Butthead, and I aggred with the assessment with their assessment of Sabbath’s “Iron Man” video (“This rules! Huh huh huh…”). The only YouTube linkI could find is in Spanish, so yo espero eres fluido (I hope you’re fluent). That unfortunate dance music phase (TLC, House of Pain) was over, and rock and roll had begun to fill my soul. And that night, my soul overflowed. Six more days till another filling.
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