Concert Memories: The Granada

 
by Richard (and Chip)
 
I remember the Black Keys, their second LFK appearance, a set so scorching it‘s a miracle the joint didn’t burst into flames. 

I remember my old buddy Mark raising holy hell because he had to wait in line so long to get into a show that he missed an opening set by Split Lip Rayfield.  I remember Nashville Pussy (Chip:  “Easily one of the great band names of all time.”).  I remember Lou Barlow having a drink at one of the tables prior to a Sebadoh show. 

I DON’T remember the legendary Strokes show, right after their first album hit, because it was right before a holiday and I was out of town (I should totally have skipped Thanksgiving for that show). 

I sort of remember seeing Yonder Mountain String Band once, but I was pretty fucking drunk that night.  I remember Wanda Jackson tearing it up last year. 

I remember the triple-guitar attack of the Drive By Truckers, with opening act Bettye Lavette: what a great double-bill!  I remember Elliot Smith rocking a searing version of “Don’t Fear the Reaper” (RIP). 

I remember that Grandaddy opened the Elliot Smith show, another terrific double-bill. 

I remember the first time I saw Ssion, opening for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Chip: “I was absolutely baffled by Ssion.”). 

I remember being far too old to be at the Iron and Wine show with all the youngsters who must have just discovered them via the festival circuit:  great show though. 

I remember singing along with Todd Snider, one of the most engaging performers you’ll see but one who doesn’t seem to stop in LFK that often. 

I remember LFK’s Olassa opening up for the Dave Rawlings Machine (featuring the great Gillian Welch). 

I remember my first time hearing Vic Chesnutt (RIP) sing “In My Way, Yes.” 

I remember, just a few weeks back, buying tickets to this September’s GBV show.  That should kick ass.  See you there.

by Richard (and Chip)