We Are The Who!

I admit that I didn’t go to church today due to that I didn’t come home until midnight and going to bed at 1am.

Anyhow, I attended The Who concert last night at the Toy Box–that’s Toyota Center for those who don’t know the dubious nickname we hockey fans gave to basically Rockets owner Les Alexander’s arena.

The concert start amazingly prompt at 7:30pm with the opening band The Pretenders.  Yes, Chrissy Hyde and Marty Chamberlain are still together in music with 2 added musicians with them.  I’ve always admired the drumming skills of Chamberlain.  Maybe that’s why throughout their entire 45-50 minute set that was the area that I put my attention to.  About half of the set’s songs I didn’t recognize, but the other half I did: My City Was Gone, Back on the Chain Gang, etc.  Unfortunately and surprisingly, they didn’t sing their biggest hit Brass in Back Pocket.   But, all in all, they did a pretty well.  And, once again, Marty Chamberlain still can play those skins tight!

The Who stepped on stage after a 15 minute break from the changing of stage sets.  With a video panel that would later split into 5 individual panels, they opened the set with Can’t Explain.  Some songs that were orginally closers were now pasted somewhere in the middle of the set.  They included the now-famous CSIs tv opening credits songs Who Are You, Baba O’Reilly (I admit at this song the strobing light show gave me a headache), and We Won’t Get Fooled Again (which at this song the panels separated into the 5 individual ones to show a straight or royal flush: A, K, Q, J, 10).   Other songs included were off their new album Endless Wire.

For their first encore, they some selections from the one and only greatest rock opera: Tommy.  Really, it’s not a Who concert without Tommy.  Pinball Wizard was the first song.  Then came Amazing Journey, Sparks, See Me, Feel Me, Captain Walker, and Listening to You.  During this set, the panels showed 5 sets of hands signing albeit it was, I believe, was British Sign Language due to some signs were done by both hands.  (In American Sign Language, some signs can be made by one or both hands.  I remember my ASL teacher, who happened to be a graduate of Gallaudet, said that I can have a sprained or broken arm and still tell him that my dog ate my homework. Hee, hee.) 

The second and last encore was one song, Tea & Theater, which is also off their new album, Endless Wire. 

It was an acoustic ending to what was a rocking show!  Thanks Roger and Pete!

Oh, I forgot, their backing musicians were Pino Palladino on bass, Pete’s brother, Simon, on guitars and backing vocals,  unfortunately their keyboard player, John “Rabbit” Bundrick, couldn’t be there due to his wife’s cancer illness, so they had his keyboard tech fill in for him, and Zak Starkey, yes Ringo Starr’s son, on drums.  Even though, Pino and Zak, can’t totally fill John Entwistle and Keith Moon’s shoes, they did an awesome job.  I’m still amazed that Zak can do the drum solo on We Won’t Get Fooled Again!    

   

Me: The Armchair Aggie Quarterback

Texas A&M 16   OU 17

That was last night’s final score.

Questions that came in my mind throught the game:

Why was the Aggie in shot-gun formation practically all night?

With a little more than 2 minutes in the game, the Aggies were on the 2 yard line, why was a pass play called?  J-train was was in the mix, but his number wasn’t called?  Something is just wrong with that picture.

God, I can’t stand Brent Cheeseburger.  I mean, Musburger.  Thank Jesus that the game was also aired on the radio.   

It’s Gonna Be A Long (Hockey) Season

I went to last night’s Houston Aeros game and boy did it suck. 

One particular player kept on losing his chance to score by trying to get the feel of the puck.  Um, hello, Mr. Stoner, I believe you missed class when “one-timer” was defined.

As for my one of my main men, he missed twice in trying to shoot a one-timer.  One of those was an embarassing fanning of the puck.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the opossiton was the Toronto Marlies.  What a bunch of divers and cheap-shot punchers. 

What was really funny was one of the couples sitting behind me was shouting, “Go, Leafs, go!”  The Marlies are the farm team of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

I hope the Aeros will prove us fans wrong, but we believe that golf season has already started. 

(I am now putting more attention on the Baby Pens.  That’s Wilkes-Barre Penguins for those who don’t know.  Can’t wait to see them in April 2007.)