Friday, June 4, 2010

Roxburghshire.

59.Live Music Rock rules it is unbelievable how people value it. Some of them are prepared to travel few days to get to the Live Gig of their favourite artist, some people would travel just because their friends are coming and they can’t stand that they could miss the event. That is unfortunately only small part of society for which the Live Music or the spirit around that means a lot.

But what we observe recently is that as the welfare and prosperity increases less people are happy to live their homes. I have ambivalent feelings about that. From one side I am strong fan and supporter of Live Music and I simply do not understand how people can ignore all this great events just like that.

On the other hand I understand that to pay of their mortgages and provide for the family on certain level they simply need to work very hard and it’s possible that they simply do not have enough time to attend the Live Gigs even if they were next door. Apart from that they feel that the time of craziness and entertainment is far behind them and now the only thing which they can do is seating with they beer in front of TV just for Live Music » Rock Roxburghshire.
Dedicated rock fan

49. We still have not found the reason, why the Metal seems to be the point of attraction for many people. Why they are so excited when they hear few notes from the stage for a change instead of listening to the radio or their CD player or mp3 player? Why they are so keen to come from thousands of kilometres from the other city or even from another country to see the Live Gig of their idol?

Why they are even prepared to come to see completely unknown band which haven’t earn its fame yet and don’t even know how to do it but the members already attract attention of many people just because they have enough courage to play. Some critics are complaining that a lot of concerts do not have any value and it would be much better to listen to well recorded CD than spoiling your ears on something like that.

But that’s the beauty of Rock is totally unpredictable, sometimes crazy and generally it’s just the mix of good and bad. I would even say that Blues is the value within itself, it’s special because of the fact that it is there for you and it will never be repeated again in the same shape and form.

Stirlingshire

63. I enjoy coming to any events in Stirlingshire but I've been especially one group’s fan for a long time. I was really excited when I heard they'd be playing in my area. Quilib.co.uk said they were supported by rock bands which I like as well, so obviously there was no choice for me but to come. I will also review these bands performances briefly.
Some Rock musicians which took to the stage first received a good audience response but in my opinion the sound and timing of their performance was slightly off. However, I must admit that the sound was sufficient.
The second show here in Stirlingshire enjoyed a more cohesive sound, with blustering emo guitars and screamed impassioned vocals.

The third band had the more polished sounding of the three, with the most proficient singer. The sound quality of their sound was excellent, each note ringing loud and clear.

When my favourite band took to the stage, it was as if the volume was turned up so much further. You could not fault their tight punchy power chord filled sound, complete with wiry bass and pulsating propulsive drums. Vocalist's voice ranged from subdued snot nosed vocalizing to rousing gravelly screams, and encompassed the emotions of each piece was excellently. It is also worth noting the skills of the accompanying musicians, especially the brass players, and, more notably, the musician playing some killer sax.

Rutland

60.Rock comes to mind when I see how some of my neighbors disregard it I feel like shouting: people wake up! I can see them working all day long and ending up in their armchair in front of TV every single evening. What’s more their weekends are not too much better. When I am relaxing myself on Live Gigs they are running around their garden and mowing their lawn or cutting the trees on their land.

The most sophisticated way of spending the weekend for them is having the barbecue with their friends from work who do not do anything really interesting with their lives anyway. I simply can’t believe that we used to go together to clubs with the LM and that they were young energetic and enthusiastic at that time. But that is the fact – we used to be real friends as we grew in the same area and they were the same enthusiast of LM Rutland as I am.

So what happened to them? What had hit them so strong that they forgot who they are? Maybe a bit of prosperity and race of rats at work? But I still can’t believe that they could have changed so much. Maybe that is the drug of getting old and laziness?