This morning I find myself pondering a truly troubling quandary: how does one properly tell the tale of Yestival 2017?
For me, the story starts a little something like this...
Before we can start properly, allow me to set the scene. It starts with me, missing out on almost any sleep, sacrificing myself to the Got in order to be able to use the internet, for it is dark and full of spoilers. As a result, I was running on two hours sleep and a nap on the couch at work by the time I remembered I was supposed to attend a progressive rock concert that evening. Dismayed, I realized I was doomed to fall asleep during the show. I resigned myself to this fate. At 6:00 pm I was on the train, but with no idea the direction that evening was fated to take.
I could have taken it as a sign of ill portent that I ended up on a train with a broken sound system, that told me I was at my destination a stop early. I waited for Travis at that train station for 25 minutes before I realized I was at the wrong stop, causing us to be about 10 minutes late for Carl Palmer's set. That was to be the last bad moment of the day, until we got back home. The first thing that happened was that the show apparently sold very poorly. So our loge tickets on the upper level of the Microsoft Theater were upgraded to the center level of the ground level. They were far-ish back, but a great view, and we could hardly complain about our comped tickets.
Carl Palmer is, if you don't already know, the last surviving member of ELP (Emerson, Lake and Palmer. He's Palmer, in case you were wondering). He played about 4 or 5 songs, only two of which we were able to see. I was pretty sad, because he was the person I was there to see, and the little bit of his set I saw told me I was definitely missing out... On something insanely cringey. Palmer is the drummer from ELP, so I don't know how he handled vocals the rest of the night, but when we got there, he was just starting "Lucky Man" where he was joined by Todd Rundgren, who sang vocals. This was amazing, but I found myself noticing the video screens nearly immediately. This was because the corny prog video they were trying to show during the song kept getting interrupted by someone MOVING A MOUSE and making the timeline of the video pop up in the screens. For Palmer's final song, this video was then replaced by what can only be described as a video montage his 5 year old grandson must have made him. Palmer was playing this incredible drum solo, and I was doubled over laughing at windows movie maker transitions of a photo clip show from ELP's long history..... Where every picture zoomed in on Palmer's location in the photo. It can't be described, it was just hilarious. And of course the whole time the movie player timeline kept popping up on screen.
And just like that, it was over. Time for Todd Rundgren. At this point I made my Facebook status last night. Also my phone died.
There's no way to describe how insane Rundgren's set was. I'm not even going to try. He almost exclusively played new music. And that music is some kind of Meat Loaf - Erasure hybrid, backed by this 69 year old man, prancing around on stage, dancers behind him straight out of a David Lynch movie. I heard some of Utopia's music for the first time, and I was basically in awe the entire time... Discovering another band that was basically made for me is always fun. It was, as I said, beyond proper description.
Travis and I then went out to the concourse to get a drink, etc. We began to head back to our seats when Travis says, "I'm not ready to sit down yet, let's go back out," and we do. We're standing out in the concourse, just having a fun conversation about the evening so far, and anticipating the final act, Yes. It was just a nice night and we were both so happy. When suddenly, a man walked over to us and said, "you've been upgraded", and shoved a bunch of stuff into my hands and left, disappearing into the night. I looked down to see two tickets for 3rd row center, two meet and greet passes and a sheet of paper explaining how to use our pass, and how to recover our pictures the next day.
Travis looks at me like, "is this real?" and I'm like, "only one way to find out..."
Which is how we ended up watching Yes from about 5 feet away, and then met the band afterwards. I'm still waiting for the picture, but suffice it to say, that was one of the craziest nights of my life and Travis was able to meet one of his 5 favorite guitarists of all time.
Worth every second. Oh, and I never fell asleep, obviously.
And in case you were wondering, the bad thing that happened was, when we got home we discovered we were in the midst of a brown out, but that took care of itself long after I had passed out.
The end...?