An Ultimate Tribute Band
The other night one of the local town parks who hold weekly concerts during the summer had one of the better Beatles tribute bands.
Not just a cover band but an actual tribute band. Something I myself was confused about until I attended this concert. And even calling it a concert is far fetched as it was more of an event than anything.
In the town of Guilderland which is just a few minutes outside of Albany there’s a town park called Tawnshsh and during the summer months like many of the towns around Albany they hold outdoor concerts. Well this past Thursday they held a very interesting event as it was Hey Jude, a Beatles tribute band.
Now there’s band many bands to come out and cover songs by the Beatles, something this particular band did quite well. But they took their covering of the band a little farther as you may have noticed in the picture I posted at the top of this post.
Yep, they got beyond creative and actually dressed the part of The Beatles. They had a few wardrobe changes in which they spanned the years of the Beatles during this tribute show.
It brought a different aspect to the music and made it not only enjoyable but intriguing to which they would do next. They even had a Ed Sullivan look-a-like to play along.
The music was very well and with the wardrobe really made you feel like you were sitting witness to the actual Beatles.
Which got me thinking if you would gather other tribute bands together imagine the event you could have. Like a Woodstock type event with different tribute bands. Makes you think.
Well that’s just a thought.
Anyhow, check out a few more pictures on my Flickr account.
What if I told you about the greatest book ever written yet you never read it?
What if I told you about a great man who once lived and gave his life to let others live?
What if I told you about all these great people yet you’ve never heard of them?
Would you say I’m lying? Would you believe anything I’m saying?
Or would you think I’m crazy and I don’t know what I’m talking about. Would you comment and tell me that a certain book you read in high school is the greatest book. Because you were simply told it was.
Every single day you’re told something that’s not true. Yet you believe it because it’s particularly true.
But it’s not.
We’re told who’s running for president of the United States but will they really be that one person in complete control?
Every single story you’ve ever been told has a different side. There’s another story that may be the actual truth or just another lie.
What are we to believe?
Well I’ll tell you what to believe.Believe in you. Not sone hash tag, not some celebrity hero, not anyone but yourself.
But then again this could all be a lie.
Yesterday I attended the Perfect Game Collegiate League All Star game. It was held in Albany, New York at the home of the Albany Dutchman and the Saint Rose baseball team.
Saint Rose is a local college while the Dutchman are made up of college students around the country who love playing baseball and are trying to get more playing time. The Dutchman are part of the Perfect Game Collegiate League a league based in New York state.
I’ve attended a few games before of this league and well I figured attending the all star game would be pretty cool. Which it was.
The only problem with this game is the location. The game was located at the Bob Bezzoli field which is a field where if you’re one of 101 people you hope not to be the 101st person. Basically I’m saying there isn’t many areas for viewing the game. Not many bleachers seats and the bullpen and the dugout are in the way. Which not only makes viewing the game difficult but trying to take pictures even more difficult.
Trying to curve my frustration and capture good pictures was the challenge. And when I did find a good spot to take photos which ended up being down the first base side. I had to stand atop bleachers which were brought in to provide more seating and deal with everyone’s favorite star – the sun.
It would have been a more enjoyable game and probably seen more fans if this was hosted at another stadium. Which probably would have costed the league some more money but could have brought in more fans. Maybe at the The Joe which is just a few miles down the road and across the river. For those not familiar with that name it’s the home of the Tri-City Valley Cats. But then again these are different leagues and there’s probably some politics we don’t know about involved.
As for the all star game, they held previous activities such as a autograph session and a home run derby. The derby was fun to watch or at least what I was able to watch. Seeing these 18 year-olds slapping the ball over the fence and showing major league type power is amazing. Just thinking that some of these guys were in high school last year and now are slapping the ball 400 feet is well pretty amazing.
Chris Kwitzer ended up winning the home run derby with 10 long balls in the first round and added 12 more in the second to be the clear winner. As for the game the East defeated the West. A game that was not nearly close as the East decidedly took it away.
As for a few of my pictures please take a look at my Flickr page for them.
When I was younger, much younger than I am now, I had this friend, for sake of not blowing up his life or ruining what’s left of it we will just call him Douglas. You see Douglas was your average 15 year old kid, he went to school in which he did moderitly okay. He was never an A student but he never failed a class. He was your average white American male living in a town outside of a somewhat successful city. And when I say successful, I mean the city is probably one of the top 100 cities in the entire land which is our land, you know the United States. But the fact of where he lives isn’t the story. The story is who he is and what he did.
You see, Douglas was my friend. We played football together and every now and then we’d hang out on the weekend. Living in the town we did made that quite difficult at the age we were. We lived miles away too many to walk and an unsafe travel for a bicycle ride. So we relied on our parents.
Douglas came from a broken home. He didn’t brag about it and at times seemed quite ashamed of it. I on the other hand, didn’t. But I didn’t brag about it either. Growing up in the years we had it was still not talked about like it is now. People didn’t talk about it but then again what’s to talk about. People just didn’t want to stay together.
Douglas came over to my house one Friday night and we were planning on having a bonfire. We were about 15 or so years old at this point. Too young to drive around legally and too old to just have a bonfire party and be cool with it.
Somehow and I’m not sure how this happened a few older kids from school came over. Not sure if we had called them, I know at that time I was too shy to do this. And I don’t think Douglas would be willing to invite other people over to someone else’s house. Or maybe they had just saw the fire and wanted to stop in.
As Douglas and I were hanging out in front of the fire, these older kids stopped by. These older kids were a couple years older than us like 16, 17 and maybe even 18. There were three of them, two girls and a guy. And no this wasn’t the cast of that 1990s sitcom.
Them stopping by shocked both Douglas and I. We somehow managed to not seem to lame. Although I did stutter a little especially to the one girl who I did have a crush on. She was a very cute girl who had blonde hair, blue eyes and smelled like flowers. She and I had talked a little in school especially during lunch. Julianne or Juli for short seemed to like me. She loved reading a lot especially poetry. She would share her own poetry with me. I would always praise her on her creations even if some of them didn’t make any sense.
The other two were also people Douglas and I would talk with at school. And after this little get together I had learned Douglas had a huge crush on the one girl, her name was Monica. Unlike the girl I liked, she had brown hair, freckles and smelled of a unique smell as we would later learn was a fragrance from Victoria Secret. Douglas and Monica ended up walking away from the fire to get a little privacy.
Which meant Juli and I were all alone. Well except for the fact Frank was there. Frank was just their driver and from what Juli said to me weeks prior to this meeting that he was gay and loved this one guy at school. So I figured it would be cool if I had inched my way closer to Juli.
As I went to make a move, something that wasn’t too epic or anything like that.I suddenly realized that me hooking up with Juli wasn’t the game plan. Because I was actually on Frank’s list. Yes. I was the guy Juli had spoken about. I was the guy he wanted.
It’s funny looking back on this but talking to a girl about poetry and how you like certain kinds of music means that you’re not interested in her but guys. I didn’t know this at all. Still don’t quite understand it and it was the first time I made a guy cry.
Surprisingly he wasn’t the only guy to cry that night. As after they left I cried. I guess Juli didn’t think much of me.
Friday night I got the chance to attend a local festival which had 90s music group the Gin Blossoms. Which gave me the opportunity to take pictures of them.
Since getting my camera (Canon Rebel T5) I’ve had a few opportunities to shoot live concerts and well I haven’t published them yet but I will soon enough. All the concerts I’ve shot are from local free festivals so I’ve been easily allowed to walk around and get various shots.
But the events being free don’t showcase many high tech lightning and props so that’s a downside but it’s given me the chance to try and just get the basics. Which is what I’ve been trying to do since starting this new life.
With shooting the Gin Blossoms I tried various different moods and have been playing with aperture and F stops and ISO speed and all that fun stuff. Stuff I’m slowly learning about and have been playing with over the past few days if not the past week.
I’m still learning and indeed having fun with it. And you can check out some of my select photos with the link below.