[EDITOR’S NOTE: I wrote a “review” for the Marah show before it actually took place. Why did I do that? I was trying to manipulate the cosmos and it actually worked. If you’re curious, you can go back and read that post. Or you can forget about that one and read this one instead. Just trust me when I say that the meat of the original review looked like this:
Blah, blah, blah, concert, blah, blah, Bielanko, blah, blah, acoustic, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, kick out the jams, blah, blah, blah. And then, blah, blah, merch table, blah, blah, annoying jerk, blah, $15? P’shaw! Blah, blah, Serge, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Heck yeah. Blah, blah, setlist.
As you can probably tell, that’s just “blah blah blah” over and over again with a few concert keywords randomly thrown in. Well, I’ve decided to use the fake placeholder review as a template for my real review. I don’t know if it’ll work. I suspect it’ll come out all stilted and weird. Let’s see.]
Well, I’m back. I’m happy to say that the CONCERT took place. I’m also happy to report that Dave BIELANKO wasn’t lying when he swaggered/staggered up to the mic and said, “This show is gonna kick ass”. This time out, Marah was an ACOUSTIC trio with Dave on guitar, Johnny Pisano on bass, and Christine Smith on keyboards, harmonica, and little red accordion-thing. Even though there were only three of them and they left the electric guitars at home, they still managed to KICK OUT THE JAMS. It was great.
Something happened and I can’t remember what it was, AND THEN Dave said, “We have t-shirts and you’re fuckin’ buyin’ ’em.” I could’ve done without the foul language, but I still went over to the MERCH TABLE after the show to check out the goods. That’s where I met an ANNOYING JERK who was flirting with both Dave and Christine for about 25 minutes. I just wanted to hand over my $15 and get a copy of Float Away Deconstructed, but this guy kept up with his “blah blah blah”. “P’SHAW!” I said. “Get out of my way so I can buy my CD and go home.” We got into a bout of old-fashioned fisticuffs, but I’m a badass and I’m an especially good fighter when I’m drunk. I beat up the offending fawner and gave Christine my $10 (I was wrong before when I said it was $15.) and got the heck out of there. Of course, I gave her a wink first because she was really cute playing that little red accordion-thing. I gave Dave a wink, too, because I’m totally cool with gay stuff and I didn’t want him to feel left out. I had no problems driving home as I made up the part about being drunk. I was sober, really. I don’t even drink at concerts. I don’t even hardly drink at home.
Looking back, I can say that missing out on Marah all those years just made this concert more special (or specialer, if you will). Sure, it would’ve been cool to see Marah before SERGE Bielanko quit to be a dad, but I’m not complaining. Acoustic trio Marah kicked enough ass for me. HECK YEAH.
As always, here’s the SETLIST:
Gonna Fly Now (Rocky Theme)/Limb/Roundeye Blues/City of Dreams/Body/Coughing Up Blood/Can’t Take It With You/Walt Whitman Bridge/Billie Jean->Star Spangled Banner/So What if We’re Outta Tune With the Rest of the World/Instrumental/Angels on a Passing Train/Baby Love/The Catfisherman/Long Hot Summer/Faraway You/New York, New York/Formula, Cola, Dollar Draft
And here are the rest of my concert pictures: