Grace Potter is a wildly talented freak! I saw half of her opening act at Red Rocks on Saturday night. We were way too far up to really enjoy it and feel the vibe. So on a whim, I crashed my friend’s night out on Sunday at the Ogden. Grace was the headliner and the Ogden is a very small venue. To be exact, the Ogden has a capacity of 1300.
For some reason, I was asked twice in like twenty minutes how many people the place holds. I may be an idiot, but I’m no savant. Apparently the nearly two hours of standing around waiting for the show to start leads to small talk and recognizing the inner Rainman of others.
I suggested since all five of us have smartphones, why don’t we ask The Google? So me and the step sister that I’ve been assured is not dating her step brother even though they looked like a cute couple and apparently she is broken up with a very large man (not her stepbrother) that showed up and stood in our group taking up the space of at least four teenage Grace Potter groupies in order to stand next to said stepsister and holy shit I just read this sentence four times and I’m not sure I am following myself so let me try again by saying there was a couple that looked like they really dug each other but apparently they are stepbrother and stepsister and then the stepsister’s humongous ex boyfriend showed up and it was all around an interesting dynamic. What? I dunno, let’s move on.
So this gal and me had a Google race to find out how many people the Ogden holds. I put in “Ogden Denver capacity.” A couple seconds later I got a list with the second one showing 1300 in the summary. The other gal had just finished typing her inquiry and had just hit send. I wondered what took so long so I asked to see what she put in the search. It was something along the lines of, “I would like to know how many people can attend a concert at the Ogden Theater in Denver Colorado, United States of America.” I thought that was damn funny how thorough she was trying to be.
Finally the concert started and I’ll tell you what, Grace Potter and The Nocturnals know how to jam. Listening to their music on the ipod and/or radio is great, but does not do justice to the long and building riffs that eventually end up being a mad fast paced loud symphony of freaking awesome rock. There is even one song where Grace and the other three guitar players grab sticks and all play the drums at once with the drummer. It is really cool. I highly recommend anyone see these guys in concert at a small venue. I’m betting they won’t be so accessible much longer.
At the end of the concert, they threw some picks out and a couple sets of drumsticks. One of the sticks was tossed our way and bounced off of at least two pairs of hands and grazed the head of the large large large man that used to date the stepsister that is allegedly not dating her stepbrother, and ended up right in my hands. All those years of catching flies with chopsticks paid off for me.
I don’t know why rock stars keep throwing all their shit at me. I saw Sheryl Crow in Vegas about a year ago and she threw two guitar picks at me. I may have been a little buzzed and too busy making sexy times eye contact with her to actually catch either pick, but they both bounced right off me. And now a drumstick. The shit is getting bigger. Kind of reminds me of the St. Patty’s Day parade in New Orleans last year when they threw cabbages off buses at people, hitting some in the side of the head. It was painfully funny. I gotta keep my head up at concerts.
I think Sheryl Crow and Grace Potter are vying for my attention. They seem to think I’ll just come back stage and let them have their way with me.
They are totally right.