A Live experience Options

[Pokey]

Ok so it's 2am on a Friday night, I've had quite a few beers and I'm lying in bed, lights out in pitch black with my headphones on listening to Secret Samadhi full blast. I'm suddenly transported back to a 12yr old when this album was released and my dad took me to my first concert. Even with my eyes open I can't see anything. I just am flooded with amazing memories, literally sitting on the edge of my seat as the first chords of rattlesnake are struck in Rod Laver Arena as my musical heros took the stage. The guys that until then were just sound coming through speakers, there they were, real people in the flesh! And I was lucky enough to see what is still one of the most amazing shows I've seen. Most 12yr olds didn't have a clue who Live were, Coolio and I dunno, Chumbawamba were probably the things most of my friends were listening to then. But I am just listening to Unsheathed right now and am utterly taken to another place and time and I'm absolutely love it.

What are some of your experiences when youve listend to Live and just had a "moment" when the absolutely nothing but Live mattered right then, whether it be powerful memories, life epiphanies, whatever. Times like right now for me that are utterly special because of Live somehow.


And as a side, fuck I hate iPhone spell correcting, even when drunk I know I don't want to spell "correcting" as "copes to" and so on. Quit making me take 5 times as long to type something as normal!

[Pokey]

Fuck Unsheathed just came on and I ramember how this was my favorite song at age 12. I remember the day at school in grade 6 before the concert that I couldn't concentrate on any work because that night I was seeing LIVE!

[Pokey]

Yeah this posted twice for some reason. Fuck I hate iPhones.

This post has been edited by Pokey: Jul 22 2011, 10:17 am

[SecretInsomnia]

Yeah this posted twice for some reason. Fuck I hate iPhones.

Oh, I would be happy to adopt your iPhone buddy, no problem

[SecretInsomnia]

Ok so it's 2am on a Friday night, I've had quite a few beers and I'm lying in bed, lights out in pitch black with my headphones on listening to Secret Samadhi full blast. I'm suddenly transported back to a 12yr old when this album was released and my dad took me to my first concert. Even with my eyes open I can't see anything. I just am flooded with amazing memories, literally sitting on the edge of my seat as the first chords of rattlesnake are struck in Rod Laver Arena as my musical heros took the stage. The guys that until then were just sound coming through speakers, there they were, real people in the flesh! And I was lucky enough to see what is still one of the most amazing shows I've seen. Most 12yr olds didn't have a clue who Live were, Coolio and I dunno, Chumbawamba were probably the things most of my friends were listening to then. But I am just listening to Unsheathed right now and am utterly taken to another place and time and I'm absolutely love it.

What are some of your experiences when youve listend to Live and just had a "moment" when the absolutely nothing but Live mattered right then, whether it be powerful memories, life epiphanies, whatever. Times like right now for me that are utterly special because of Live somehow.
And as a side, fuck I hate iPhone spell correcting, even when drunk I know I don't want to spell "correcting" as "copes to" and so on. Quit making me take 5 times as long to type something as normal!

Seeing the guys for the first time in concert was the best Live experience I had, I think. It was magical - after playing their cd's sooo much - to see them for real performing. I'll never forget that!

[zmanpga]

to this day I get this weird rush anytime I hear a +LIVE+ song on the radio!
I heard Selling the Drama yesterday on 104.5 and got the goosebumps!

This post has been edited by zmanpga: Jul 22 2011, 12:04 pm

[Good_Pain]

I do the same thing Zman. I heard I Alone yesterday....then heard TGF not 10 minutes later. One of the local DJ at Rock105 in Charleston, WV is a huge +LIVE+ fan. One of the few perks of local radio here.

[Wambangalang]

hearing live on the radio is a strange pleasure. i think its because i know there are thousands of people listening to that same song, and i somehow expect or hope them to connect to that spiritual force present in their music that we have all felt as fans. But at the same time none of my friends connect to the music, whether they are casual radio listeners or hardcore audiophiles. I think we have different brains or something. neuron pathways and shit.

[Wambangalang]

seeing them on their birds of pray tour was surreal. when they walked out to the bizzare intro for like i do i nearly had an orgasm. first time i saw them in the flesh and they were larger than life. i took my shirt off that night (before i knew ed did that kind of shit) and i created a 2 meter buffer zone around myself in the mosh pit. thats how nuts i went.

[+Ed+]

I have dozens of stories. But as I am only bac from my vacation and still have loads to read and get into the news (YUP I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK FUCKERS! How have yall been doing?) I will keep it short.

16 y.o.

Catching TDC vid on Russian MTv and sitting with my mouth open for a good 20 minutes after. Not that much spirituality in the music I got used to. I was spinning loads of pun and grunge but never heard about Live before that.

In a week I get a pirate tape with TDTH (after asking numerous assistants in millions of shops about that band that had water in the vid and singing about fishes and the bald singer tearing it apart when suddenly one said HEY!That's LIVE!) and I still cherish it. I rushed home that night, put it on and it has only been once to me. Sleepless night, 8 times in a row non stop of 1 album. I have not cried that much in my entire life I think. Since then TDTH is the No1 album to me.

Then. I remember getting V, when everything else cherished and in the whole world there were only the five of us: the band and me. I did not quite LOVE it from the start but you know... Ionly had TDTH for 2 years and no other sign of Live in my life, so smth new was good anyway. I remember drowning in Deep Enough. Still ny fave from the album.

I remember when I got drunk on whiskey after a quarell with my first wife and I sat in the kitchen spnning Awake and song after song the music was getting inside my head

Even in 2008 I spun Forever as crazy, once again, as my first family was falling apart and the lines "The darker the night - the brighter the dawn" were the anthem to my dull days.

And yes. When i fell in love after the divorce, my new gf said she could not get her head together after spinning WFG and that was merely it

Dozens of stories more, but have tobrowse the board, so later....

Ah yes. In 2007 I touched the walls of Paradiso. That is also quite a Live memory to me

[sh4rpz]

seeing them on their birds of pray tour was surreal. when they walked out to the bizzare intro for like i do i nearly had an orgasm. first time i saw them in the flesh and they were larger than life. i took my shirt off that night (before i knew ed did that kind of shit) and i created a 2 meter buffer zone around myself in the mosh pit. thats how nuts i went.

Saw 'em twice on TDTH tour in 2000 but you're right, something about their presence during the BOP tour in 2003 made 'em seem larger than life.

When the drum and guitar crack open that strange opening to Like I Do... wow. Just wow.

[Deku]

Whenever I get into that 'zone', it's usually with TDTH. Sometimes that album just hits very deep

[sellingthdrama]

Ok so it's 2am on a Friday night, I've had quite a few beers and I'm lying in bed, lights out in pitch black with my headphones on listening to Secret Samadhi full blast. I'm suddenly transported back to a 12yr old when this album was released and my dad took me to my first concert. Even with my eyes open I can't see anything. I just am flooded with amazing memories, literally sitting on the edge of my seat as the first chords of rattlesnake are struck in Rod Laver Arena as my musical heros took the stage. The guys that until then were just sound coming through speakers, there they were, real people in the flesh! And I was lucky enough to see what is still one of the most amazing shows I've seen. Most 12yr olds didn't have a clue who Live were, Coolio and I dunno, Chumbawamba were probably the things most of my friends were listening to then. But I am just listening to Unsheathed right now and am utterly taken to another place and time and I'm absolutely love it.

What are some of your experiences when youve listend to Live and just had a "moment" when the absolutely nothing but Live mattered right then, whether it be powerful memories, life epiphanies, whatever. Times like right now for me that are utterly special because of Live somehow.
And as a side, fuck I hate iPhone spell correcting, even when drunk I know I don't want to spell "correcting" as "copes to" and so on. Quit making me take 5 times as long to type something as normal!

LOVE this post. Moments like what you describe are the spirit of Live. Late at night and after one or several drinks, with headphones is a great way to experience these Live albums.

[sellingthdrama]

This is a long one, but I've got to tell this story. It's very much Live-related. It's really freakin long but it's a Live experience like no other. I'll cut out the fliff-fluff so more people stand a chance of reading it.

PART 1:

9 years ago, my friend and I were cruising around after the last day of classes. On a whim, we decided to make a left into a cemetary. As we turned into it, Lightning Crashes came on (we were listening to Throwing Copper). And SOMETHING - I could not tell you what, but SOMETHING - hit us. We just looked at each other and knew not to say a word - we didn't know what was going on, but we just didn't say a word. We just kept driving slowly through the cemetary. It was surreal.

More and more as we drove, I got this overwhelming feeling that someone, something, or some people were trying to communicate. It was an amazing feeling - it really really was love. It felt like a bunch of people, from all times, all places, and all walks of life were there in the cemetary telling there life stories. Some were old, some were young, some were kids - and the message of all of them was "go, live, love". For all they were saying and all the ins and outs of their lives that they were communicating, the overall message was just "go, live, love".

In particular, I kept seeing this one family - it was very sad. A mother, a young daughter about 7, and a young boy about 3. They were dressed in 1800s era-clothing, all in black. The mother was sad, and the daughter was sad and reading from a book. The little boy was kind of ignorant of what was going on. The father wasn't there. It all felt really sad, but in a strange, happy, love-type way. This is very hard to describe.

So towards the end of Lightning Crashes and the beginning of Top, the mood lightened a bit and my friend and decided it was time to say something. We were both in awe, like “what the hell was that?!” It was really just amazing…

PART 2:

Over the years since then, when I’ve listened to Lightning Crashes, I kept remembering that family I saw and sometimes feeling sad. The scene itself – the three of them without a father – it just seemed sad, like something happened.

Flash forward to 2009. I’m driving to work and Lightning Crashes comes on the radio. I’m immediately overwhelmed with sadness. Like – I started bawling. And I kept seeing this family, and the emotion of it all was overwhelming. I just cried and cried. Something about this family, and their situation, was just very very sad – it really hit home.

So I get to my office and sit down at my computer. I open the website of a local newspaper (like I did every morning) and BAM – the picture on the front page WAS this family. There was the mother, the daughter with her book, and the young boy dressed in 1800s garb in black. There they were, right in front of me on the website. It was a photo from a burial of a Civil War solder’s remains who had just been relocated from Virginia to Saratoga, NY (near where I live). The family in the photo were re-enacters playing the soldier’s family.

I can’t explain anything about this other than that I felt a sense of closure after that day. There was just some part of me left open that closed after that day in 2009. And I have no reason why it spanned 7 years, why Live was involved, and why I felt closure after reading the article about the soldier’s re-burial. All I can say is that it was amazing and inspiring.

This, friends, is the spirit of Live.

[Merica]

Wow, that's really cool - and deep!