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Dance Party- Trop Style

I have always been a huge fans of Industrial/Techo/ Electronic or whatever name they are using for this unique and special brand of rhythm and beats. I was a fan of the late night DJ induced music sets on the FM dial in my younger days, pumping the volume as loud as the speakers allowed me sometimes feeling the windows rattle in the car. The intense thumping of the amplified bass seemed to coordinate with my heartbeat. Both pumping, pushing and coursing music and life into my tired body as I listened to it religiously like the Siren’s song.


That same vibe came back to me and about 5,000 other Rays fans who packed the AstroTurf of Tropicana Field for the Friday Fest Concert featuring International DJ Astrojack. This definitely was one of the loudest concerts held in Tropicana Field since possibly Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat Tour”, but during this performance, it was the crowd that seemed to have the choreographed dances moves. With the first note of bass, the assembled crowd began their rhythmic bouncing and hand raising saluting and following the grooves and pulsations streaming from the huge loud speakers.

Combining the mind-numbing bass from his selected play list with the electronic visual movements and designs flashing upon the stage and DJ platform, DJ Astrojack came to Tampa Bay to impress, and he delivered and then some on Friday night. Sure the Trop’s seating bowl did not have its usual filled lower bowl seats staying to listen and watch the performance, but this style of music is not for everyone. Even today dancing to this type of music has to be a crowd inspired coordinated dance movement complete with hands raised high, extended arms to the heavens and letting your body absorb the pulsations.

I actually enjoyed the night from watching the glow-girl with her lighted hula hoop, to seeing both young and old doing their own versions of the “Night at the Roxbury” head bops and accelerated dance moves. It was definitely a musical event either you understood, or shook your head as you exited the Trop. I ventured outside the Trop to see just how loud it was inside the enclosed stadium, and wandered over to Ferg’s and could still hear clear as a bell the music as it vibrated off the Teflon roof of the Trop.

 The orange glow of the Tropicana Field roof made this inspired impromptu dance party seem more at home, and I swear I saw the roof flex and move to the music at least once. I eventually strolled back into the Trop. and listened to the last beat as it made its way through the Trop., echoing off the roof and finally coming back to my ears still leaving it’s loud impression.

The concert was a success if you consider the people who stayed swayed and moved with the pulsations of the beats like blades of grass. I was exhausted when I finally stepped into the cool air outside the stadium, but the intense pulsations of the sounds tonight still had control of my heart. It was one of those nights you will remember because it was a first within the walls of the Trop., and hopefully it will not be the last.

                                                                                                                                                        Blogger’s Note: Is it just me, or does DJ Astrojack look like a young Carlos Pena?

DJ Astrojack  Flikr photo gallery

Go-Go’s Took Me to the ’80’s and Back

It was great seeing my old friends, the Go-Go’s perform last night after the Tampa Bay Rays victory. Reason I say “friends” is that this group was at the essence of my 1980’s. They were the group who’s song dominated my cassette players as I cruised down Clearwater Beach as a teen in my convertible 1969 Camaro with my hair swirling and Go-Go’s music dancing in my ears.

Tonight that same wave of emotions, hopes and remembrances danced along with the thousands upon the Trop AstroTurf. From the moment lead singer Belinda Carlise lead the group on stage, dancing, we knew it was going to be an 80’s party to remember…always.

Even with their lead-off song “Vacation”, the girls again took me back to a simpler time in my life as I swayed and grooved to song I knew by heart, and had a special niche in that same pumping vessel. These were the first female musicians to steal my heart. It wasn’t the En Vogue girls, Vixen or even the Supremes, it was this California band that spoke of life in the same parameter path of my own.

But make no mistake, even though Jane Wiedlin probably can’t bounce around like she did before her 2010 ACL accident, the vibe was still the same. It was a festival of fun, frolic and calculated mayhem. Jane still did her swirls, even sporting a silver and black half wig to show her child side is still alive and well.

Karen Valentine is still one of the best bass guitarists in the world and it was fitting the native of Austin, Texas was there to jam out on a day when Jeff Niemann, the Rays Tall Texan dominated. This is a band that has seen its own members go off and do solo and duo projects and still have enough love and admiration for their own collaborated tunes to reunite and again rock it out Cali style.

I was entranced from the first note to their last strum after their encore where Gina Schock, the one East Coast (Baltimore,Md) born Go-Go helped introduce the band while cooling down a bit before the encore. Gina is one of the best drummer you probably have never heard about, but she is the accentual heartbeat and energy stalwart of this band.

Charlotte Caffey is a songwriting muse. Her own life experiences, along with her band mates dominates the Go-Go’s tunes. Her keyboard artistry is above the board. She might not be the most vocal and outgoing of the Go-Go’s girls on stage, but she more than makes up for it in her songwriting and multiple musical talents.

That leaves us with the firecracker herself. Belinda Carlise who has always been the focal point, and have delivered time after time after time. From her dances moves on stage in the middle of songs, to her bellowing vocals and range, the girl has been the glowing icon of the Go-Go girl revolution for a long time. The Cali girl hair might be gone, but she still rocks the follicles as well as our heart strings.

I can seriously not see this band flowing and grooving like it does without this perfected orchestrated 5-some on stage. Pity this might be the last performance ever of the band in Florida, because the Tampa Bay crowd that missed it or left early missed a great example of the California influence and vibe that rock the 80’s from stem to stern.

I have a special place in my heart for the Go-Go’s. They helped me understand women through their songs. Made me joyful when I was in the dumps, and always had the beat to get me again doing “ my thing”. This band started their motion to fame at the same time I was getting out of High School. Their music influenced me, had me dancing in the streets, halls and sometimes the Mall.

If you needed one band to put on a platter to demonstrate the ’80’s, it was these ladies. The Go-Go’s might be 30 years older than the first time I saw them at Bayfront Center. They may even not sit out at the beaches behind the Don CeSar anymore, but they can still take me back, in a heartbeat to days I will never forget. If this is the last time I see these fabulous ladies I can truly hang my head high because they did their thing, they moved the crowd. For that I applaud my old friends, for they made me proud I lived in the era of the Go-Go’s.

Flickr photostream of Go-Go’s photos

Looking Back at the Rays 2010 Concert Series…Part 2



So after a few days getting over a slight bit of misfortune of food poisoning eating some I relish…a hot dog, Ironically, it was my last hot dog of the year at a local High School football game against a bitter inner-city rival that took me down…Figures, thanks Northeast H S.

No more stalling, time to get this final edition of the Rays 2010 Concert Photos underway. One of the greatest thing I like about music is that the first few song of the musician’s sets are sometimes pre-programmed to get the crowd into a rising energy so that the concert can take a particular flow throughout the night.

The first seven concerts of the 2010 Rays Friday Fest and Rays/Hess Express Saturday Night Concert Series definitely set of tone for the final second half. From John Fogerty to Barenaked Ladies, the Rays concert events began and uphill turn that never ended to the last event of the year, Bret Michaels. Each of the 14 concerts this year left a special mark with me. I was lucky to take photos during 12 of the 14 Rays concerts and get in tune with practicing my concert photography.


I am not a professional photographer, and my little Fuji S5100 has seen better days (Thanks drunken Yankee fan), but I think I do the best with what I got. Sure would love a $ 4,000+ Canon or Nikon camera body and a lens as long as my arm, but that is not in the slim, money-less budget right now. Now back to the awesome years in Rays music.



Vanilla Ice did not attract as many to the Trop’s infield as I might have thought for his concert, but it was the most high energy event of the year. Vanilla Ice has changed his modes operandi to push more towards the hard guitar and drumbeats that pumped through the crowd like a large heartbeat. Combine that with the (I thought) whimsical idea of Vanilla Ice trying to get the photographers’ wet, and you get a audience/photog participation event. This was the first of three straight Friday Fest concerts that would hit all spectrums of the music World, and it hit on all levels.

Sure most in the front photo pit with me that day did not totally see eye-to-eye with the whole water and expensive cameras’ bit, but I was laughing and having a good time dodging the 20 ounces of unexpected water, and a few time Vanilla Ice looked down and smiled at me that I seemed to have understood it was part of his method…or his madness. It was tied for my favorite Rays concert offering of the season, and a great way to push off the second half of the concert schedule.


Of course there was one concert missing from this list this season, and I want to send out good vibes hoping that GoGo’s guitarist Jane Wiedlin recovers perfectly from her ACL injury sustained when she fell while hiking near her home in California. With up to a year recovery time for such an injury, hopefully we can again see the GoGo’s possibly perform in the future. It is a great concert event that I have not missed (even in Jannus Landing) since the band first started coming to the Tampa Bay area.



Los Lobos is one of those bands that I do not think would have ever hit y musical tastes if not for their great rendition of the classic Ritchie Valens “La Bamba“. I also would not have known that recent Oscar winner T-Bone Burnett produced their first album “How Will the Wolf Survive” and one of the songs from that album is playing over the opening credits to the Sean Penn/Robert DeNiro classic “Colors“.

My first tastes in live music were preserved in a small beachside bar in Maderia Beach, Florida that a certain well known Florida ocean troubadour used to frequent named Jimmy Buffett when he came up to see his band pal Mike Utley.

I got used to hearing tunes that flowed with the waves and just seemed to roll in the ears and settle for a while to sit and ponder things. I got the same vibe from this Friday Fest concert by Los Lobos. It might have been more refined to a South Texas border town that a beach resort on the Gulf of Mexico, but the whole time I was wishing for a boat drink…or a shot of Avion (thanks Entourage).



The next Rays Friday Fest event featured a band that to this point had to be the most audience involved and totally choreographed dancers of the Rays concert series. Felt kind of eerie at first covering the Village People concert more for the fact of having to remember what I wore back then, and seeing myself again with long curly hair, but I took one for the team here.

Seriously, it was a great event in that we got to see most of the original members of the band still out there supporting their music and dancing their well known routines. But it did seem a bit unusual to me to see rhinestones and glitter on a construction worker…just saying.

It was another high energy night and a great moment if you are fond of the 1970’s or even want to remember back that far. I even found a bit of glitter all over me camera when I took it out of my backpack when I got home. As a nice sidebar to this concert, after I posted my concert review, the Indian from the Village People actually Direct Messaged me on Twitter with a cordial thank you for covering the event. It was a great time in my life, so maybe I should thank him again for helping remember some great moments in my life sans the platform shoes.



Train really did roll in to the Trop for the next concert event. This is one of those bands right now that are right on the cusp and thoughts of so many in the music World because of their song “Hey Soul Sister” plus the million of samplings of the song in countless commercials and advertisements Worldwide right now.

Train front man Pat Monahan also did one of the coolest things I have ever seen done ( so far) during a concert when he posted two pictures of the crowd during their song “If It’s Love” that I still have as my desktop background on my aging laptop. Monahan also became the second performer to do an infield sprint around the Trop when he started an impromptu walkabout from the stage to the area near the Visitor’s dugout.

Reminded me a lot of the same run M C Hammer had done two years earlier, but Monahan seemed more at ease strolling amongst the 4,000+ fans on the Rays Field Turf.



Allison Iraherta was not originally suppose to open for Adam Lambert, but Orianthi had to pull out of the opening act gig after some family situations. Iraherta still looks a bit nervous and wooden on stage, but her music more than makes up for any sense of clumsiness or irrational movements on stage. But the raspy voice of this young woman definitely makes you remember her voice and her music.

She has one of those resounding voices that brings back memories of past singers like Janis Joplin or even Joan Baez. Iraherta will definitely be on that “one to watch” list, and opening for Lambert will get you some extra exposure she desperately needs to get noticed beyond her huge American Idol triumphs. In time the stage set will mellow out and become more fined, and with that the star in the center of the stage belting out those tunes will shine brighter.



What can you say about Adam Lambert’s concert. Well, I guess my concert review was good enough to still be placed on his International website and with that came over 78 comments within 24 hours. Got to tell you I always know bands have their followers, but this guy definitely has an army ready, willing and able to carry out his wishes. But the concert was even more amazing to me than the response by his followers. It really was stage musical to me. Set with great costumes, gyrating dancers and spectacular musicians playing some incredible music.

For effect, this concert was tied for the best concert event (with Vanilla Ice) of the year for me. It has a little bit of everything to it. And the wildest part is that one of my photos was also popped on the Lambert website and I took it from over 100 yards away since this is one of the two concerts I did not get approved for ahead of time…how ironic is that.

But it was a fantastic journey of music performed by Lambert, and his dancers brought a great melding of it all together into something worthy of the Broadway stage. Some might say it is more of a stage show than a concert, but I remind you that David Bowie and countless other have done just the same thing for a long, long time.



Last, but definitely not least is the Rays Saturday Night Concert I was waiting for all year. The climax at the end where I got to see another artists that every time he comes into the Tampa Bay area as a solo artist, I am in the crowd. The last time was in a more fan-friendly environment of Ruth Eckerd Hall, but no matter where you put him, Bret Michaels is all about the music and a good time.

When the announcement was originally made near the end of May, it might have seemed to ambitious or even ill advised for Michaels to throw himself back into his musical tour so early after his health situations, but that is one of things that endears you to him…his strength, fan commitment and his desire to do what he loves to do….sing to the masses.

Some might say the night was not as energetic or the usual ” Bret Michaels” show. But to me it was a celebrate of his music and a way for all of us to send some healing vibes and also sing a few classic tunes that always stick in our minds. Michaels even did the Country version of “Every Rose Has Its Thorns“, and it was taken in by the crowd like it was the original. For myself, it was the perfect ending to the Rays 2010 concert series. I was taken photos of a rock icon who had taken a dirty and dangerous road of medical problems and whisked them away like road dust to sing.


Some say these Rays concerts were devised for the pure sake of escalating Rays attendance figures and bolstering their overall yearly numbers while most of the Major League Baseball teams were experiencing up to 6-10 percent decreases in their yearly attendance numbers.

Sure that reasoning is true, but I kind of look at it another way. It is also a way for the Rays entire staff and the Rays Republic to collectively celebrate this great team we have here, and also enjoy some great music.

Thank You Rays for this year’s Concert Series. Looking forward to another killer schedule in 2011.

Disco lived for One More Night at the Trop



The first time I heard the Village People, I was a roller skate guard at a place called Gay Blades in St. Petersburg, Florida. I was one of those moment that you liked and feared as a skate guard. You loved it because the crowd got into their rhythmic lyrics and bass notes, but their fans also had a tendency to simultaneously crash to the varnished wooden floors in large piles to form a huge human obstacles course.

Of course the circa World War II large half moon aluminum skating rink is gone now, replaced by something distinctly ironic in its place. A 10-story hospital (Edward White) now looks over the speeding Interstate. It is amazing sometimes how the music still stays fresh in your mind and how 30+ years later, I can still recite the songs lyrics and remember some of their choreographed moves. But I still shudder every time the Tampa Bay Rays have a 70’s Night.



More for the fact that it embodies my teen angst days. My moves from Junior High to High School, those days when you sometimes felt awkward and uncoordinated, but still thought you had the “cool” factor going for you. So it was with a sense of apprehension, but utter curiosity that I wanted to see this late 1970’s “Boy Band” again up on the stage performing and doing their hits. And the group definitely did not disappoint us at all on Friday night.



Even though as a Rays credentialed photographer for the event, I only got to stand near the stage for the first two songs, then became a member of the huge crowd lingering and dancing on the Field Turf of Tropicana Field. All our favorite were still assembled in the group, the cowboy, construction worker, Indian, biker and the military soldier. But the biggest cheer went up when the police officer finally made his way to the front of the male chorus line singing just as sharp as those 8-track recording I have hidden in one of my many boxes in storage.



And it was great to see so many within the Rays Republic dress the part of the musicians (especially the teens) and hanging on their every lyric like we did back in the 70’s. Was a bit surreal to hear their songs again and parents teaching their young kids the body moves of such songs as “YMCA“. Was a great walk back into the past to see the crowd chant and sing hits like “Macho Man” and “In the Navy” that were first recorded when 50% of the crowd was either in diapers or not even a gleam in their parents eyes yet.



It was just pure adulterated fun for everyone and it is simply amazing how a novelty act from the forgettable era of disco can be so refreshing and entertaining when most of us are trying to forget those leisure suit and platform shoes days. And yes, back then I did have a male ‘fro. But back to the music. The group had their usual flair about them last night using props and mannerisms to evoke audience participation at different times in the concert. And maybe that is why they have endured for so long.



When the Village People perform, it is an all-out party scene complete with glittery caps, construction hats and even a few sequins. It caught my eye early that the construction worker might be a bit overdressed for normal work as his sequins on his plaid shirt, plus his one specially designed mirror sequined construction hat might not make it on the job site today. But it was the advent of fun, frolic and general sense of “getting down” that pegs this concert into it place in history.



And the pure fact that most of the group who sang back in 1981 were still present on stage last night just speaks to their special place in music lore. And even if most of their songs do not resonate anymore with us as ballads or socially conscious tunes, the group’s main focus still to have everyone moving, grooving and having a great time just letting go for a little while. But we all know that 50 percent of the crowd stayed for one tune. They all seemed to be waiting, anticipating and relishing in one lone vocal and dance song that will transcend generations long after we are gone from this Earth.



Everyone was waiting for the “YMCA” moment. And of course it was saved for the last song of the night. Because that was only right. You wanted to wrap up the party scene right on Friday night, and only the best will do. So the anthem of every wedding recital and corporate gathering had to be the last notes flowing through the air of the Trop. From the field to the Upper Deck, you could see the outlines of people forming the letters, signing the lyrics and maybe even a tear or two fell to remember a time when innocence was cherished by some of us.



The Village People were the perfect send-off to end the Rays “Turn Back the Clock” night. Not only did some of us get lost in the rhythm, but some of us remembered a time when things were simpler, more relaxed and just plain fun. Weird, I have a Dixie High School reunion party on Saturday night after the Rays game just down the street from Tropicana Field at MidTown Sundries. I am debating if I am going to show my mug to my old classmate today, but enthusiastic to the fact that tonight I was reminded why I enjoyed those times so much. Guess I might have an ulterior moment to go tonight…Maybe they will play “YMCA” for old times sake

Vanilla Ice Worked the Trop.



“So pump up the crowd and give ’em something’ to step to

My D J’s at his max to enhance what I bring you
The concepts hittin’ so follow along like a cookbook
Acknowledge the pros from all the titles I took, yeah
The crowd’s at ease when I breath though the mic end
As I whip up a dance better move all the mic stands
I go to work on the floor like a wet mop
If you’ve ever been moved, check it out when I rock”

(6th verse from “Ice is Workin’ It”)

As the above lyrics definitely state, Vanilla Ice definitely still knows how to “work a crowd”. The Rays Friday Fest Concert might not have been as long as ZZ Top, or as laid back as Dierks Bentley, but the man who rocked the mic like a vandal can still get the crowd going, and the head bopping. Especially entertaining was the fact that Vanilla Ice was doing a game on the photographers in the front well, and some of us caught onto it, while others got mad and frustrated. Me, I relished in the fact Vanilla Ice thought enough of me as a green-tagged photographer to get me square between the lens cover …once.



But I had a blast. Not just dodging the Aquafina onrushing sprays from all angles, but the sense from the crowd of the enveloping energy spikes and rush of raw emotion and power that emulated from the stage to the crowd and back, several times during the concert. Vanilla Ice might not have a huge anthology of hits through his musical era, but he definitely made his influence know on Friday night, and he is one of my favorite acts so far in 2010. I have to say without a doubt, from the moment he hit the stage, until he exited stage right, Vanilla Ice definitely had this joint rocking.



Sure the bass was pumping like a heart, and the drummer was amazing back on the skins, but the intensity and the energy coming from the stage on Friday night was something you truly had to see with your own eyes and soul to fully appreciate. It might not be some people version of music, or even lyrical symmetry, but the guy can work a stage and bring the crowd with him at will. That is the mark of a good entertainer. They can take the ebb and flow of the crowd mood and work it either into a frenzy, or into a solid performance you will be talking about for a long time.



Both seemed to materialized on that small Rays Friday Fest stage. Vanilla Ice was working it with everything he had that night. From his sheepishly wild stage set-up with a inflatable Grim Reaper and assorted camo netting and insane clown figurines, to his ” water show” that kept going throughout the entire show, and had the assembled crowd yelling for me to kick the water bottles to them after they had been doused with pure liquid refreshment. The visual show on stage by itself warranted a video camera catching each morsel as it unfolded on stage that night.



From Vanilla Ice trying to get me personally four times with water blasts ( he got me squarely once), to some of the assembled crowd (mostly women) brought on stage during the last portion of the show to dance, prance and simply be in the “Vanilla Ice moment”.

From the always constantly moving water bombing clown in the Santa suit, to the drums beats of Clint Eastwood ( seriously, that was his name), the night always seemed to be flowing out of the turntables and beats to push the blood pressure higher, and peak out the adrenaline.



In the long run, Vanilla Ice did what he wanted on stage, and made no apologies for the sake of his music. At some points it was like watching a performance art piece going on behind musical lyrics. Sure so many came to hear “Ninja Rap“, which also had a remembers of the Rays game day staff onstage dressed to the nines in Teenage Ninja Turtle outfits rocking with Vanilla Ice to the end.



As the concert ended, Vanilla Ice’s turntable maestro, DJ Dirty Chopsticks began to play other hip hop classics to keep the party going as the crowd slowly began to exit Tropicana Field. But in the end, just as his lyrics had predicted, Vanilla Ice definitely “working it” and for that, he all left with tunes and beats still ringing in our ears…..Word to your Mother!



Tantric was Soothing to my Rocker Soul



The first time I heard the band Tantric’s music was in a Sylvester Stallion produced film called “Driven” back in 2001. The film followed the scent of a young racing driver as he took his horrific plots twists and turns to getting his fingers on the Champ Car World Series trophy. The film was considered a flop by many in the film industry, but the soundtrack included a new band (Tantric) and their rising hit “Breakdown that hit the # 1 slot on the Billboard Hot Mainstream Rock Tracks List that year. And with their song being the first track on the movie’s soundtrack, people playing snippets of the soundtrack instantly got to know the band’s sound.


But Tantric has matured and shown great growth since their first sound hit the charts with a solid bang, and the band from Louisville, Kentucky has made sure to keep their rock roots close to their hearts. Sure the band has gone through a small transitional phase of tweaking its membership, but the quintet now have shown above and beyond that they are ready nightly to get the heads rocking and the music popping on stage. Most people might not even realize that Tantric used the social network Myspace back on May 8 2003, to release three of their upcoming album tracks to the public for a upcoming release called “Tantric III“.


When the band took the stage after the Rays versus Arizona Diamondbacks game on Friday night, lead singer Hugo Ferreira was more than ready to see if they could use their bass and make the canvas cloth high above the band’s stage sway with the pumping music out of their speakers. Coming into that night performance, most people had only heard maybe a few bars of their song “Down and Out” that was the walk-up music for Rays third baseman Evan Longoria.


But tonight, the crowd would get to hear and feel the pulsing bass thump throughout the Trop and see that the song has long meaning, and tremendous appeal, even enough to post up as high as # 8 on the Billboard Mainstream Rock list. Tantric has been pushed into that label of being a post-grunge band with a solid sound and tremendous vocals, but the addition of electric violinist Mark Ratzenboeck, who is also a Sarasota native to the band, brought out another element of mixing a classical sound into the heard pulse of rock music.


Some say the opening bars of “Down and Out” with Ratzenboeck might be one of the most frequently identified sound bytes of the band’s career, which spans 4 albums since 2001. Ratzenboeck also showed his many talents before the game doing the National Anthem on his electronic violin, but not doing a live segment of Longoria’s batting walk-up music as Longoria did not fair well the last time Ratzenboeck did it live from just beyond the playing field.


It was a great night if you are a hard rock fan as the playing surface soon filled with fans who did not have to purchase or wear wristbands as all in attendance were welcome to come down on the field and enjoy the Rays free Friday Fest Concert from ground zero. That is one of the measures that makes these Friday night concerts pop. The fact that fans can come down and dance, sing along or even just sit on the Trop’s field turf and take in some great music all by simply buying a ticket to that night’s Rays game.


Here is a band that used to tour with the likes of Creed, past Rays Concert performers 3 Doors Down, Kid Rock and Shinedown. Tantric is a group that covered the old Fleetwood Mac classic “The Chain” and has seen their level of success grow since they changed their original name from C-14 ( short for radiocarbon). Ratzenboeck is the only Rays fan in the band, but there is a distinctive American League East flair to the band as drummer Richie Monica (New York Yankees) and guitarist Joe Pessia (Boston Red Sox) all keep close tabs on the standings throughout the Major League Baseball season.


The band tonight threw out a number of songs from their recent release “Mind Control“, and made sure to leave all of us wanting more before they ended the night playing the song most people had been waiting for….”Down and Out“. The crowd had thinned a bit by the time the first few chords were strummed by Ratzenboeck, but immediately a huge cheer went up and the assembled mass quickly got into the music and some even sang along with Ferreira. The song was pulsating with the riffs of lead guitarist Erik Leonhardt along with the increasingly intense drumbeats coming from Monica’s drum set.

I swear the white cloth fabric was swaying with the music at that moment along with a constant wave motion of the crowd.

It might only have been the second in a series of four announced Friday Fest Concerts, but if this is the style of music and performances we will ascend to, then Vanilla Ice (7/9) and Los Lobos (7/30) will just send us into a harmonious upward journey.



Tantric put on a fantastic show, and certainly got a few more fans from their performance. There is an old saying that you have to “live and breath Rock and Roll for it to be real to you”. Well, if that is the case, then Ferreira is living the dream, considering he has the band’s name tattooed on him.