Night of Funk- Personal Narrative
Halloween night this year was a night of tension. With the recent terrorist attacks, people, including myself, were worried about going out that night. All over the news, reporters were warning us to stay away from certain places and the warning signs of another terrorist attack. So, what were all of us college kids going to do? I decided to be brave and go downtown. I figured, if they nuke Boston, I’ll be dead in Allston (where I live). Friends of mine from Berklee College of Music were playing a huge show at Bill’s Bar on Lansdowne Street. I dressed up as a cat and headed there with my room mate, Hylah, who was dressed up as white trash (forgive her for being politically incorrect).
We stood in line in the freezing cold waiting to get in. I was very excited because I could here the opening band, Soulwork, playing a fast, funky tune. Finally the balding bouncer checked my ID and proceeded to allow Hylah and me to get in. There were people everywhere. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Although it was early, the crowd was already loud, drunk and crazy. As Soulwork finished their last set, I could feel the entire room move closer and closer to the stage. At last it was time for Boston’s best funk band, Who’s the Fat Guy?, to take center stage.
After a minute or so of setting up, the first notes rang out through the room. There was heavy bass and drums through the opening riff of the song. At once, people started to move all around me. The audience was going wild as the lead singer stated singing. The band was playing a very funky fast tempo original song called, Bad Kitty. It’s as if the crowd recognized the sing immediately and started singing along. WTFG? played for about two hours that night, non-stop. I was incredibly impressed with their on-stage endurance. One thing I noticed was that the band had awesome stage presence. They made eye contact with their audience and spoke to us as if we were at a huge party. They did a great job at making sure everyone was having a good time.
As the fun continued, I remember thinking to myself that I had made a great decision that night. Going to see a great band to listen to entertaining music was a perfect way to spend Halloween.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
After the long wait to get in you found your seat and waited for the group who was first. You would figure that know one would be doing any drugs due to the search before you got in there, but I was wrong not even ten minutes before the show you could smell the pot in the air. That was one of the few things wrong with this wild and crazy concert. After it was over that was all you smelled like and you were feeling the contact buzz as it felt like things were moving in slow motion.
Ten minutes after lining up, I went inside the nightclub. From the door, I could hear the song and the beat of the bass so loud that my heart could feel it. Inside the nightclub, I saw people were dancing everywhere, on dancing floor, on their own seats, everywhere. They would dance and take a big gulp of their beer. Even the bartenders were dancing too, following the rhythm of the loud funky music. The rainbow rays of light moved through the club to make the mood even more exciting and funky.
concerts in my lifetime, so I had never had an experience like this. The other band,
The venue was a small amphitheatre with wood paneled walls and a wooden stage with the piano situated in the middle. The chairs were covered in blue fabric. I would estimate that the venue was about one-third full, and the crowd consisted primarily of college students (although I did see two senior-aged individuals in attendance, as well). It appeared that attending the event was a requirement for a specific class, although I did not ask anyone about this directly. There was a young man sitting outside handing out some sort of attendance slips. Everyone was dressed quite casually, with jeans and tee shirts being the norm among the male population, especially. Before the performance began, the venue was very brightly lit and it was quite noisy. When the performer stepped out onstage, I was very surprised that several of the audience members were whistling and hooting, since I had read that that was improper decorum. Once Mr. Anvar took his seat and the lights went down, the crowd went silent. Between performances the crowd generally applauded, but there were always a handful of people yelling out, as well.
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The band played together in such harmony and joy, and they exchanged looks as if they're talking to each other and understood by looks. As it turns out the guest go the nigh George Gazone was the professor who taught the band members music. Garzone Played the Saxophone like no other, he’s solos were magical it was fascinating watching him and the admiration his student have for him. The music sounded beautiful, yet seems the band are not well prepared for the evening. There was a lot of improvisation and as if every band member wanted to show off his skills which was really good. Improvisation is an element of jazz I was looking for, also, there were a lot of call and response between the band members different ones at each piece they played.
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Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
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