Bleary-Eyed But Buzzing

Wow!

Wow! Wow! Wow!

What a show!

Last night, we headed to Philly in the 90-degree humidity to see another Rocco concert at the Fillmore Theatre on South Street. (I'll add videos as soon as I upload them to YouTube and post an entry with just photos later.)

It was EXCELLENT...as usual! (How do you convey this to rock stars? We enjoyed ourselves so much!)

To say we're pooped would be putting it mildly. We didn't get home until 2 a.m....and that was due to the 1 a.m. traffic jam on the Schuylkill Expressway. Egads! My poor sister and brother-in-law, who stayed with the kids, were stuck waiting for us...I hope they know how much we LOVE them. *smile*

One thing we've noticed in the five concerts we've attended is that they usually don't start on time...unless they're at the Fillmore. There they are prompt. The concert was slated for 8 p.m. and started at 8 on the dot. The three opening acts each got 30 minutes with 15 minutes in between to reset the stage for the next group.

Matt Duke opened the show, followed by Sara Barielles, and then The Last Goodnight. All were excellent! (You can listen to some of their music for free on MySpace. Just type www.myspace.com/[whichever musician you want to hear])

It took a bit longer to set up the stage for RDB, but they started at 10:30-ish and played until midnight! We got there early enough to get great seats about 15 feet from the stage, so apart from a "numb bum" and tired "babysitters," we could've listened all night!

They added a new player, Brett Bixby -- we weren't sure if he's a permanent member of the band or just a friend joining in for the tour -- who played the keyboard, various guitars, and several of the misc. percussion instruments. Apparently, he's Rocco's good buddy from Long Beach, Ca., and single....as Rocco so sweetly pointed out to the audience much to the embarrassment of Brett. (Maybe Rocco's not Brett's good buddy anymore?) Anyway, he was a nice addition.

So with my mind buzzing and my ears ringing and my head replaying all my favorite Rocco songs....I'll bid you adieu...and collapse on our bed....

Photo Fun in Philly

First stop: Jim's Steaks for din-din


Me: melting posing outside the Fillmore

Rocco headlines this time! Hooray!

They have some interesting upcoming acts...

Us: Self-taken outside the theatre whilst waiting in line.

A Philadelphia "gum" tree -- eeew!

The sign Stuart knocked down whilst we waited...

(Can you tell I was bored?)

A "arty" look at some Philadelphia architecture

Their banner -- something new for this tour


Rocco!! A bit blurred -- he wouldn't stand still! The cheek!


Rocco and Dave play "at" each other -- very cool!


One more of Rocco. A bit darker, but I was trying a different camera setting.

Happily Burdened

Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means. ~Robert Louis Stevenson

We're off to see Rocco and co. in concert in Philadelphia tonight.

To say we're excited wouldn't even begin to describe our feelings.

We've seen them live four times so far; three times on the big screen in their rockumentary; and a few times on TV from the DVD of their rockumentary.

But no matter how much we've seen them, they're always excellent! The songs they play vary from fast and loud (I mean really loud) to soft and slow. They give a great show.

Funny really, since I've never ever been much of a rock music fan. I'm a lover of classical music and show tunes and movie soundtracks. You know, the "soft" stuff. None of that comes even close to rock music...especially much of the stuff done by Rocco Deluca and the Burden. (Check out their music on these K-Swiss ads.)

Still, if there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that we're "burdened" to be flexible, and it is a beautiful thing. You learn so much about yourself and discover wonderful, new interests.

In that way, I'm happily burdened...and excited to watch my new interest.