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Spice Girls
A Concert Review |
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Intro
Pre-fabricated bubble-gum pop is no new thing. I can recall
from TV re-runs that some producers back in the late 60's had a
grand idea. They would audition multi-talented youth and center a
musical TV sit-com around them. To date, I don't think any
orchestrated musical pop phenomenon has ever achieved the relative
success as the Monkeys did in their time. Many have tried. The ever
youthful "Menudo" from Puerto Rico was, without a doubt, a
big success with the little girlie crowd. Teenybopper girls also
went gaga over the now defunct "New Kids On The Block."
The latest entry in the commercialized pop music meat grinder,
Britain's "Spice Girls", has finally hit the US shores and
made it to America's heartland. So, The Dude on the Right (DOTR) and
I packed up the dude-mobile and headed out to the New World Music
Theatre on a humid Chicago night to find out what all this
"girl power" nonsense is all about.
Prelude
The show was scheduled to start at 7:30, so we figured that
if we left my crib at 6:30-ish we'd have plenty of time to get to
the show. Let me tell you we were way wrong! The back-up of family
trucksters (mini-vans, conversion vans, S.U.V.'S, and wagons)
stretched a good mile and a half, which is pretty unusual
considering our arrival time. Plus, I have never seen the New World
Music Theatre's parking lot so full! So, after parking in the 3rd
cornfield to the left and taking a hefty hike, we finally made it to
the outside gate.
Since my niece is a big fan of the gals I figured I'd get her a
shirt. I sauntered up to the souvenir stand and was struck by
sticker shock. Twenty-seven bucks for a T-shirt?!? Eight bucks for a
key chain?!? "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really
want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna buy that T-shirt" I said to the
souvenir guy. He just gave me a disgusted look and took my money.
What a grouch - I thought it was kind of funny. So I got my shirt,
gave it to the DOTR to throw in his camera bag, and I headed into
the show.
Upon entering the gate I immediately saw a drawing box for a
wave-runner. There were tons of kids filling out the cards, and I
just had to laugh to myself thinking about how much crap mail their
parents are probably now gonna get, or if they're going to like the
new long distance carrier they might have just gotten slammed into.
Parents... Control your kids. Speaking of which, allow me to step
onto my soap box for another minute or two… To all the parents out
there... What are you thinking?!? Looking back to pictures of myself
as I youth I must say I was one stylish kid. Unfortunately, and in
retrospect, the fashions of my youth were simply horrible!!! Why did
my mom dress me like that? Well... At least she didn't let me walk
around with my fly open and my, well, let's just say things were
well covered, unlike today's fashions which has pre-pubescent girls
wearing oversized jeans down to what will some day be their happy
trail, bellies fully exposed with fake tattoo's, and tops showing
cleavage that just isn't there yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a
conservative Muslim thinking women should be covered from head toe,
but I really do think we should make it more difficult for the
pedophiles in society to get excited. Yea, yea, I'm not a dad, so
you're probably saying something like "Wait till you have a
daughter!", but I still think kids should have clothes that
fit! 'Nuff said about that.
The Axle "I'll Be Out When I'm I'm Good and
Ready" Rose School of Music
After pushing back a $5 beer I got a $3.50 Pepsi and headed
for my seat. It was 7:25 and the show was supposed to start at 7:30.
Right about 7:30 two big video screens started to flash a video,
sending the crowd into a craze. "Right on time," I thought
to myself, "I like that." After the video came a
commercial. Then another, and another, and another, followed by a
video, and another commercial, and so forth and so on. Nearly 45
minutes after the video barrage had started the commercials ended
and the show finally began. What's with the stall? Need more time to
sell overpriced souvenirs? Well hell, if the point is to sell
merchandised crap why not stop the show mid-way for a 30 minute
break? Guess what, that's exactly what happened later in the night.
Anyway, the night began with the girls stumbling to their song
"If U Can't Dance." I say "stumble" because the
choreography to the song was simply horrible! Or wait.. Maybe that
was the intention. They were dancing poorly while singing the song
"If U Can't Dance." It's a joke, right? Wrong. Aside from
a spin or two, a wiggle of their tush, or a disco rolling of the
hands, the Spice Girls dance moves just didn't exist. I'm not just
talking for that one song, I'm talking for the whole show. Here were
these four British tarts and this really cool, huge, multi-level
stage with a band and "Spice Boy" dancers, and all they
could do was wiggle around the stage, not even in synch? Give me a
frigg'n break! How about a couple cool steps? Props? Gadgets?
Pyrotechnics? Something? Anything! Nope. This show was no better
than a Las Vegas lounge act. Now before all of you fans get all
huffy and say "Hey Stu, it's about the music and girl power,
not gimmicks." Maybe it should have been about gimmicks,
because for music and girl power I can sit at home and listen to
their CD's. At a concert I want a show, and you know what, some of
the greatest female performers use gimmicks, some don't, and I think
the Spice Girls should take some lessons. Female music artists like
Janet Jackson and Reba McEntire put on one hell of a stage show.
They use gimmicks and costume changes to the hilt, but the shows are
tight, the choreography professional. Then take someone like Tori
Amos where gimmicks don't exist. All she does is sit and wiggle and
play the shit out of her piano. In any case, those performers work
their shows with a passion in their voice for the songs that they
sing. All I found the Spice Girls doing was going through the
motions of singing their songs and trying to dance in step with each
other, which they didn't. I ain't buying it. Furthermore, if it's
really about the music and girl power then let's lose all the
pre-show and in-show commercials. Hey, do you think if I gave the
Spice Girls a million bucks they'd tattoo my name on their butts and
moon the audience for their finale? No, how about two million bucks?
'Nuff said about that!
All Being Said and Done…
There have been a great many bands that were all about hype,
and without a doubt the best might have been KISS. They surrounded
themselves with mystique and controversy and made a lot of money
doing so. I think they deserved all of it because they could
successfully mix that hype while still putting on one hell of a
show. I can't say the same about the Spice Girls though. They are
vocally talented and I must admit that their songs aren't all that
bad. (I may even go out and get one of their CD's - It's good
"make-out" music). Sadly, though, they have no stage
presence, and I find them more entertaining in their music videos
than at a live show. On a positive note, they were crowd pleasers to
the young fans. Simple minds, simple pleasures, huh? All that being
said I give the Spice Girls NO THUMBS UP but NO THUMBS DOWN. Just a
SHRUG and a sincere wish that they get a good choreographer or
practice those dance steps a little more before their 15 minutes is
up. I'm Stu Gotz, 'nuff said!
Not Enough Said - It's The Dude on the Right's Two Cents….
My plan, as Editor, was to have Stu take his niece, a pretty
big Spice Girl's fan, and let her do the writing because even before
the show I had a feeling some of the things Stu would write,
although I didn't even see the tattoo comment coming. But,
unfortunately, Stu's niece was off at camp, so two of the most out
of place people at this concert were there covering it (Me and Stu),
kinda like when I took him to see Engelbert Humperdinck. Stu had his
mostly pre-conceived notions, while I had higher expectations, but
you know what, other than the outfits and wishing I was that chair
on stage during "Naked," there was nothing at the Spice
Girls concert that was meant for me.
Say what you want about the music, say what you want about the
choreography, say what you want about lack of passion in their live
singing, this show, for me, didn't come down to any of those things,
nor was any of it directed towards me. This show was directed in two
ways: One, so the thousands of fans could see their favorite band
live, and two, maybe to make a few more bucks in doing so. Sadly,
it's that sell-out portion that bothered me the most.
Don't get me wrong, I understand some of the logistics in putting
on a show nowadays, the costs involved, and how sponsorships help
bands put on extravagant shows while still putting money in their
pockets, but I don't think I have ever seen sponsorship exploited to
such an extent as at this show. And that led me, as an adult, to
question the integrity of the first reason for the show - to let the
fans see their favorite band, and the meaning of that phrase
"Girl Power." Those things bothered me, but so be it,
because for the thousands of screaming young girls they didn't seem
like they could give a damn, they wanted to see their Spice Girls,
they wanted to be able to scream in tandem "We love you Spice
Girls," and they wanted to be able to sing along with the band
they have grown to love and idolize.
Ginger left the band - the young fans didn't seem to care that
much; The band took a 30 minute break midway through their two and a
half hourish show (the last band/artist I remember taking a well
deserved break was Bruce Springsteen, but then his show lasted over
four hours) - the young fans didn't seem to care that much; They
played commercials on the projection screens before the show and
during the break - the young fans didn't seem to care that much; The
Spice Girls sang and were live on stage - that's really about all
the young fans seemed to care about.
Lots of people write about how the Spice Girls are riding their
15 minutes of fame for all it's worth, and I'll tell you what, from
the merchandising and commercials it looks to be worth a lot. For me
that sucks, because, I always hope, in the end, that it is about the
music. But I guess, money or not, the Spice Girls aren't directing
anything at me, and their core group of fans love them with a
passion, and for them it is about the music and the message the
Spice Girls put out. My curiosity now comes to see what "Girl
Power" really means when the clock hits minute number sixteen.
Here's hoping it doesn't show that the Spice Girls were just about
exploitation and making money, but that the music really mattered.
Yea, like Stu, the show did nothing for me, I guess mostly for
some of the same reasons, especially having experienced the better
performers that are out there. I expected attitudes on stage, but
generally didn't get them. Scary didn't come off as scary, Baby
didn't come off as baby, and Posh didn't come off as posh. About the
only one who seemed to stay in her mold was Sporty. I guess my
general feeling was that if you have given yourself these names to
portray an attitude, then on stage, live, is the place where you can
really manifest them rather than go through the motions of just
singing your songs. I guess that's just my attitude as a concert-goer.
But as the show went I also realized that my attitude wasn't really
important this night. I kept watching the little girls next to me,
kept catching the gleam in their eyes, watched as they sang every
word, and how happy they seemed to be just being there. As nothing
for me as the show was, the Spice Girls did their job, and most of
those little girls have a happy story to tell. As a show for me, I'd
also rate it a Shrug, but I'll bet nearly every one of those fans
would give it Two "The Best Show I've Ever Seen" Thumbs
Up!
That's it for this one, I've think 'nuff has now been said. I'm
The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!! |