The Concerts: 1997

And now we arrive at 1997. Lots going on: I had just started seeing a new girlfriend, and my time at Boomers (where I DJ'ed) and Michigan Wherehouse Records (where I was an assistant manager) was winding down. I was teaching Intro Psych at Kirtland Community College as an adjunct, writing record reviews for CM Life, and generally having a great time in my mid-20's. Didn't everyone? Oh, and there were some shows, too:

Prince (Emancipation Celebration) [State Theatre, Detroit 1.13]
Fiona Apple [St. Andrew’s Hall 4.3]
The Cardigans [St. Andrew’s Hall 4.4]
Morphine [Clutch Cargo’s 4.12]
89X Birthday Bash (Beck, Soul Coughing) [Phoenix Plaza, Pontiac 5.28]
H.O.R.D.E. Fest (Neil Young, Morphine) [Pine Knob 7.27]
Gus Gus / Lamb [St. Andrew’s Hall 7.28]
Soul Coughing [St. Andrew’s Hall 8.3]
Del Amitri [Clutch Cargo’s 8.14]
David Byrne [Royal Oak Music Theatre 8.18]
John Fogerty [Fox Theatre, Detroit 9.13]
David Bowie [State Theatre, Detroit 9.21/9.22]
The Tea Party [St. Andrew’s Hall 10.25]
U2 (Popmart Tour) [Pontiac Silverdome 10.31]
Ratdog [State Theatre, Detroit 11.2]
The Chemical Brothers [State Theatre, Detroit 11.7]
Portishead [State Theatre, Detroit 12.7]
Prince (The Artist…) [The Palace of Auburn Hills 12.27]

As always, a fantastic year for concerts. Losing my shit during Gus Gus with Tony Drake, laughing with the Lamb gang after the show, making an ass of myself with John Fogerty (and somewhere there's a photo of me, my dad, and Fogerty backstage at the Fox), freezing my ass off waiting for Prince in January with Jeff Vincent, and seeing one of the best shows of my life (Bowie's second date at the State Theater, where he played thirty songs in great voice). I also watched the lemon fail to open during the encore at the U2 show -- a comment on the Popmart Tour if there ever was one -- and I suffered Morphine main man Mark Sandman (r.i.p.) ruthlessly hitting on my then-girlfriend after their gig. Good times, y'all.

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