It was an amazing evening and, beyond a doubt, the best Sisters gig I've seen in a decade. I was thinking to myself how the shows have evolved. It is true that seeing The Sisters of Mercy today is not at all like seeing them in 1991, but why should it be? God knows that GOING to a show is probably not the same for any of us. Things change. (This time around, I strapped on my 20 year-old skull boots while nursing a baby and trying to decipher what my mother-in-law was saying to my two year old in German. I think she said that Mommy should look sluttier for a concert.) First, the positives that struck me as very, very positive. Andrew looks great!! He looks like he's had a meal in the last month and his general vibe is just less pained. I no longer felt the need to offer him a kidney or a piece of liver to get him through the next few years. He looks like he might be happy. That put an unexpected, warm spin on the whole thing for me. (I get a bit sycophantic after a show. It will fade.) The energy onstage is always there. I didn't feel it reflected in the audience to a great degree, but that was not a fault of the performance. I thought the vocals sounded loud and clear.
The experience started for me around five pm. I always go to shows alone so that I don't have to worry about whether anyone else is having a good time or appreciating what they are seeing or becoming alienated by my single-focus. I was really excited and chatty, though, so I talked to anyone who seemed receptive. This included a man who was telling a security guard that he planned to stay for the show this time. I chatted with him about his experience growing up in Germany, listening to Bauhaus and TSOM. Turns out that he was in charge of sound for the place, and we talked about the problems with vocals. He was well aware of it and said that he was determined to overcome sound issues. Jam from Hypernova came out for a smoke and told me that this whole tour has been a wonderful experience. He said that Andrew and Chris and everyone he's dealt with have just been incredibly nice and gracious. I told him that the feedback had been overwhelmingly positive and I was looking forward to hearing them play. I asked him if he felt like this was their big break and he did and just seemed really grateful. I caught up with him on the way out and told him that they had nailed their performance and he was just such a nice guy. It is impossible not to be very happy for that band! And they play in Huston after the end of the US shows, so anyone out that way should check them out. And then move to Austin because Huston is no place to raise yourself.
I also saw Ben and Chris come out for a cigarette a few times. They were goofing around a little, acting kind of silly for the few people who were lined up without actually acknowledging us. I smiled at them but didn't get a really welcoming vibe so I just looked the other way and gave them privacy.
Once the doors finally opened, I was freezing and so ready for it. I was the first one in, so I planted myself front and center. Special thanks to the people on either side who held my space while I went to the bathroom. (Big inconvenience of going alone is that no one holds your place while you pee.) When Hypernova came on, they really did put on a hell of a show. They went all out and really had a great sound. The people behind me were complaining that they were the wrong genre, but screw the people behind me. After their amazing set, there was just the anticipation of what came next. My heart was pounding, which was cool because, since I missed the 2006 tour, this was the first show that I've gone to without doing a line first and I was afraid that it would alter the experience, lol. It didn't, though I did almost bum my first cigarette in three years out of nostalgia. Still, I didn't feel a huge sense of anticipation from the crowd. Is it because we're so old?
Crash and Burn was good, but I do think that they were still adjusting the vocals. There is no doubt that Ribbons and really all the songs are just very different from how they used to be. The transitions are fast, the delivery and the pace is more pounding then they were way-back-when, and the songs are short. Still, it was fabulous. Otherworldly. The pounding was exhilarating, especially during Anaconda, which was an unexpected highlight. During Summer, Andrew declared that the light was wrong and set about fixing it. I found that oddly charming, but again, see sycophantic disclaimer. I swear I'm not a groupie. Before Dominion, we were asked about our old and new presidents. I was hoping for a glimpse of the elation of election night in New Haven (Jam confirmed that that one was an amazing show), but no one much seemed to respond.
There was a bit of Phantom before Floorshow and that was thrilling. We only got a verse or so of Floorshow, though. Is that typical? I was hoping for Romeo Down and On the Wire to follow, but it was not to be. (I kept thinking I heard On the Wire during the sound checks, but it was hard to tell with the doors opening and closing.) Vision Thing was nice because the crowd was enthusiastic, and people really did come alive for Lucretia. At one point, unless I'm misinterpreting, Andrew gestured toward Ben and then Chris for applause for each, and then toward Dr. Avalanche for his own applause. Temple of Love was over too fast because it meant the end of the show. The very cute woman in the black corset got one playlist and I got the other. Then I headed over to the merch table and bought an obscene amount of clothing for an obscene amount of money. (Btw, the large shirt is too big, so if anyone wants to trade because their shirt is too small, email me.) Just fyi, contrary to what I've read here, Dean was not working the merch table and the person who was said that Dean hadn't been around in ages. Too bad because he was very fun to talk to, drunk and sober.
I wanted to stick around, but I needed to see how the kids had held up without me. Besides, I've avoided trying to meet Andrew for the last 20 years because I'm pretty sure that I'd just say something idiotic and then spend the rest of my life slapping myself on the forehead every time I heard Sisters music. Too risky.
The verdict is that while my ten month old was fine without me, the two year old is clingy and vocal about wanting me to stick around. (My priorities: kids, cat, The Sisters of Mercy.) So, no Vegas this time. Hopefully, there will be another tour and I will try my best to see as many shows as I can! And now I must bake a pumpkin cake. Happy Thanksgiving to all.