Magic and voodoo are two words
that come to mind when thinking of the great city of New Orleans. Making the drive from Houston, I started to
feel a little bit of that magic as we approached the Crescent City to see the
current owners of my heart and favorite band, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
I first caught BRMC about six
months ago during their first leg of the U.S. tour in support of their new
album, Specter at the Feast. At that time, I knew little about the band,
even less about their music, but what happened that night was magical, indeed,
and changed my heart and soul forever.
Now I was finally heading east for my second BRMC show, fully armed
and ready to rock. Walking through the
French Quarter and along Bourbon Street, I quickly knew I was in the right
setting for a BRMC show. There was
grittiness and brilliant beauty in every corner; darkness and lightness casting
shadows throughout. Much like the band,
the city has weathered many storms, but only the scars remain and it is a
stronger version of its previous self, sharing that spirit with the world.
The day finally arrived that I
had been waiting anxiously for the last 12 weeks. The warm sun shined down and the air was breezy
as we made our way over to check out the venue, the recently renovated Civic Theatre. No signs of the band yet, so we
decided to take it easy…and then magic stepped in. When we came back, the band had just gotten
there for load in and sound check and Robert and Peter were outside talking to
the members of opening band, Plowboy (more to come on them). I nervously made my way over to Peter in
hopes of being able to speak and not sound like a bumbling, star struck idiot. I barely made it out alive, but it was one of
the greatest “magic” moments of the day.
Peter scurried off with the members of Plowboy so we chatted with Robert
for a few minutes and I got to thank him for his music as well as let him know
that his father’s music was a big part of my life growing up and today. After Robert left to join his band mates
inside, I stood there in amazement and awe of the fact that I just met two
people that have unknowingly become such a huge inspiration to me. I definitely needed a drink after that.
Finally, it was show time. The lights dimmed and out from the darkness
emerged those three angels of music.
Three chords into opening song, “Hate the Taste,” and I felt like I was
home. After all the anticipation over
the previous weeks, I was finally there, standing in front of Peter as he
struck every chord and sang every note. His
face wrought with emotion every step of the way. Leah remained hidden from my view for most of
the show, but her power behind the kit blasted through causing my heart to skip
a few beats, resetting it to match her rhythmic pulse. And then there was Rob a.k.a. Babe Shadow
whose light may have shined the brightest as he energized the crowd with those
driving lines. Magic was happening.
The night continued with other
favorites from Specter as well as
other classics from previous albums like “Ain’t No Easy Way,” “Berlin,” and “In
Like the Rose” sprinkled throughout the show. Surprise of the night was the addition of “Evol”
from 2010’s Beat the Devil’s Tattoo,
but for me seeing and hearing “American X” and “Promise” performed live were
the most magical moments of the show.
Robert poured so much heart and soul into those two songs you couldn’t
help but experience the emotional intensity right along with him. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped during “American
X” before Peter brought it back to life with “Screaming Gun.” And “Promise” was so heartfelt and pure that
I had to wonder if a certain someone was on Rob’s mind that night as he pounded
the piano keys, taking an extra tender moment at the end and keeping his head
down before leaving the stage for Peter’s acoustic solo of “Some Kind of Ghost.” I got the feeling that the band might have
had a little bit of a chip on their collective shoulder which only brought the passion
out on stage that much more. All of that
emotion and passion and intensity helped to create a very special show in the
Voodoo City. I wasn’t ready for it to
end, but are we ever?
What I left with will be another
moment embedded into my heart forever. That
is why those who love this band, love them wholeheartedly because they connect
with you on another level, bury themselves into your soul and take you along
for one hell of a ride leaving you feeling satisfied yet wanting so much more
in the end. Seeing them twice in one
year, meeting them and thanking them for allowing us to be a part of their
world through their music as well as finding some new friends along the way has been beyond amazing for me
these last six months. And somehow I
feel like the magic is just getting started.
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