I had seen The Roots twice in New Zealand – but was pretty keen on the idea of seeing ‘em in America. They had started on the TV show by then, so it was unlikely (remains unlikely?) we’ll ever see them down our way again. And I was over there on holiday. I had to try to go! It was sold out and so we go straight to the ticket scalpers and they charge us $100 or something. I don’t know. I don’t care. But we got the two tickets they had, me and my brother-in-law, and we went.
They opened with Paul Revere. This is just after MCA of the Beastie Boys has died. So it’s their wee tribute. Then they blast through some of their best songs – but also, as is the way when you see this band, they just blast through songs – hits by other artists. Rock songs, rap songs. Pop songs. Anything. Everything. They’re such a great live band – and such a party-atmosphere. We buy some drinks. Get nicely lit and bask in it.
Then it’s off to see a DJ set after by Questlove (which I’ve already Stubbed you up on). Late, late into the night, way into the next morning we get back to the crummy motel and I make a fist of writing a blog-review of the night. Or try. It had been a pretty magical day really…buying books and records and soaking up San Fran and then buying beers and more beers and seeing The Roots. Getting married? Very special. Birth of the child? Absolutely. Those are two of the greatest days of my life.