His appearance a cross between Steven Tyler and Chrissy Hynde, Cinderella's lead singer Tom Keifer took the stage looking strong. At first I was somewhat unsure of the scratchy nature of his voice but I was assured by Cinderella fans that that it’s really supposed to sound that way. I'm not saying I didn't listen to Cinderella way back then. I did. But not to the extent that I wasn’t sure he didn't have laryngitis. Throughout the show, however, it became clear that his somewhat abrasive high voice was by choice, because his low and mid-range notes were still smooth and velvety. All the members of the band looked comfortable and I was truly impressed with their musicianship, something that I find is lacking in many of today's bands. Keifer not only could sing, but he also played the hell out of his guitar. He also played keyboard and somehow managed to pull a saxophone solo straight out of his ass.
Cinderella played for an hour, making the crowd happy with their old favorites like "Gypsy Road," Shake Me," and the one everybody knows, "Nobody's Fool." (I know you know it. I have faith in you.) Towards the end of their set, you could see the guys slowing down. It isn't really their fault, though. Nature takes its toll -- even the most eyeliner-laden of rockers.
Following Cinderella's nostalgic set, Poison took the stage in a fiery way, quite literally. The ever sexy (though now slightly puffy) Bret Michaels came running out through several pillars of fire, down a set of stairs, and enthusiastically sang "Look What The Cat Dragged In," the title song from their 1985 debut album. Hit after hit ensued -- from the band and from the plump lady beside me who kept hip-checking me into my date. Suffice it to say, Poison fans from then have lost none of their zeal now, even 20 years later.
The band played a bunch of their famous songs like "Unskinny Bop," "Every Rose Has Its Thorn," and the blues-inspired cover "Your Mama Don't Dance." Poison's music is truthful, straight out of the barroom, and definitely not over-produced. In between the songs, infamously bad guitarist C.C. Deville played a solo that screamed, "Look! I've been practicing!" and left me wondering if, indeed, he has been practicing. He also grabbed the mic for a moment and sang a song called "I Hate Every Bone In Her Body, But Mine," and honestly, it was good.
We were also treated to drummer Rikki Rockett's solo, complete with tons of tricks. As far as drum solos go, this is the best I've ever seen. He did not fly through the air, nor did he get set on fire. He merely played something that made sense and was super catchy. He didn't miss a beat, and the flips and throws he did with the sticks kept all eyes on him.
"Talk Dirty to Me" was the encore, and was definitely the song I had been waiting to hear. The crowd stood for the entire concert and the energy remained consistently high throughout. I left impressed, and happy that I was finally able to see these guys live after hearing them on the radio since I was six. I am one of those people that has been praying for the comeback of the glam bands. This concert gave me what I wanted, and wasn't lacking in anything, except maybe all the goddamned hairspray.
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This is Kim looking for Paulie and Lisa
Written by Guest on 2007-05-20 15:26:12
Hey, how's it going...a couple of years ago I was touring with you guys...Paulie and Lisa is my friends that introduced me to you guys...you may remember me as the handicap girl that was always with them...im sure you know that Paulie is now the sound engineer for Cinderella...well, my son told me you guys were coming to Riverbend in Cincinnati and I am trying to get a hold of them to come to the concert...this is one of the few ways that I know how to get a hold of them...i you could give them my number 553-1298...i would much appreciate it... |
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