THIS WEEKEND I DIED AND WENT TO ROCK ‘N ROLL HEAVEN
On Saturday night, I thought that I had died and gone to rock ‘n roll heaven. It turns out that I was actually just in the waiting room. I got into heaven on Sunday.
Saturday night was the Light of Day concert in Philadelphia. The Light of Day organization raises money for Parkinson’s disease research. The lineup consisted of three of my favorite performers—Willie Nile, Joe Grushecky and the Houserockers, and James Maddock—plus one who I had heard of but never seen—Joe D’Urso and Stone Caravan. Whenever I attend a Willie, Joe, or James concert, I walk out with a major spring in my step and unbridled joy in my heart. So you can imagine how I felt leaving a show with all three. Discovering Joe D’Urso was icing on the cake. This was an evening of rock ‘n roll at its finest. Willie, Joe and James are not only fabulous performers, but are first-rate songwriters. “One Guitar,” “Another Life,” “Beautiful Now,” and “More Yesterdays Than Tomorrows” are still reverberating in my soul.
As I said, as of Saturday night I thought I was in rock ‘n roll heaven. So what made me realize I was only in the waiting room, I suspect you are asking. That would be seeing David Bryne’s American Utopia on Broadway. I had seen Bryne’s American Utopia “concert” in May 2018 at The Anthem. It was one of the most amazing and unique musical experiences I have had. In fact, I immediately instructed my son that he must see the show when it came around to San Francisco, which being the dutiful son that he is, he did—pronouncing it one of the best concerts he has ever seen. When I learned that Bryne was taking the show to Broadway, I was not particularly surprised as it is not simply a concert. I was, however, elated and suggested to one of my rock ‘n roll buddies that we go on a road trip. One advantage to seeing the show on Broadway is that the theater is much smaller than a typical David Bryne music venue. I snagged fifth row center seats. Seeing the performance from that vantage point took the experience to a whole other level. Describing the show is somewhat difficult. It is not strictly speaking a concert; nor is it a musical. The New York Times’ review of the show notes: “In David Byrne’s American Utopia — an expansive, dazzlingly staged concert — he emerges as an avuncular, off-center shepherd to flocks of fans still groping to find their way. Like him, or the version of himself he presents here, they’re heading into the twilight, wondering why the hell they haven’t grown up yet. Byrne has some prescriptions for them and, by extension, for a United States that has, to borrow from one of his vintage songs, stopped making sense: Reach out, make a close study of people other than yourself.” The show compels the audience to make that study. And a fascinating one it is.
There are some minor variations between the Broadway version of American Utopia and the one I saw a year and a half ago. One of them is absolute genius. Whereas the non-Broadway version ended on a dark note with Janelle Monáe’s protest song, “Hell You Talmbout,” the Broadway production includes that song, but it is followed by an a cappella version of “One Fine Day,” with its message of hope (“Then before my eyes is standing still, I beheld it there, a city on a hill. I complete my tasks one by one, I remove my masks when I am done. Then a piece of mind fell over me, In these troubled times, I still can see; We can use the stars to guide the way. It is not that far, one fine--One fine day, One fine day...Hope... I have hope..”) and then a rousing encore of “Road to Nowhere”:
Well, we know where we're going
But we don't know where we've been
And we know what we're knowing
But we can't say what we've seen.