Yvonne’s F-arty Friday: Live, in Concert

My husband and I love music of any kind—rock, jazz, R&B, ambient, orchestral, trip hop, country…OK, not too much country, but you get the picture. We are music people. And for us, the only thing better than blasting tunes on our stereo or iPod, is hearing them live. Sharing a space with the performers is an exciting and often emotional experience. In fact, few things can make me feel more alive than the rhythmic pounding of a bass guitar, the soaring strings of an orchestra, or just a single, pitch perfect note as it floats and fades over an audience so entranced you could hear a pin drop at the end.

But one thing I’ve learned over the years is that all concerts are not created equal.

I’m sure it can be tough for performers on tour to play the same songs with the same level of enthusiasm night after night, but you know what? I don’t care. They’re professionals who get paid to deliver. And their ability to make an audience feel part of a special, collective experience is what sets them apart from talented amateurs.

Or at least, it should set them apart. Because I, the fan and ticket holder, haven’t had the pleasure of hearing them play the same songs in 10 other towns before they set up at a venue near me. But I have been listening to their music at home and in my car, gearing up for the Big Night, when I’m going to hear them live, in concert.

So please, professional musicians of the world, don’t phone it in.

Like most people, I work like a dog (though frankly, not my dog).

Right now, I’ve been working on a TV series, and one of the things that keeps me going when I’m shooting outside on a cold, rainy, miserable night is looking forward to a concert.

Sometimes, my crazy shooting schedule means I have to take a road trip to see a band I like because I can’t be free when they do hit Toronto. Two weeks ago, I did just that, driving 2.5 hours to see the Kings of Leon perform in London, Ontario.

My husband I had decided to make a big night of it. We booked into a hotel, had a nice dinner, and, humming “Sex on Fire,” strolled down to the local arena, anticipating that special live music experience.

There was nothing special about that concert. The band started on schedule, played all the hits, and hit the right notes. But there was no magic. No communion with the audience, no unique arrangements, no extra energy exerted, no amazing light show—not one thing that made the concert feel any different from listening to their CD’s on a good sound system at home. Even when eight thousand people sang along to one of their biggest hits, the band didn’t put the pedal down.

I guess they were saving themselves for their upcoming Toronto audience, because according to reviews, that performance really was something special. I’m not saying their London concert was terrible—just that it was average, and average is not what I paid for and not what I expect from a band at their level.

That said, I guess I’m lucky to know that concert was only mediocre, because it means I’ve attended enough amazing concerts to expect a higher standard.

The Dears, a favorite band of my husband’s, always rock the house, but they took “giving it your all” to the next level during one particular concert at a small church in Toronto, when they had just reunited. The positive energy and emotion made everyone in that small audience feel a part of something special.

Spirit of the West is another band that consistently delivers, and every performance feels like their absolute best—until the next one.

Ironically, some of my favorite concerts have been free. Patrick Watson played the Montreal jazz festival a few years ago and managed to make over 100,000 people feel like we were part of an exclusive club, sharing one incredible experience. And many of us couldn’t even see the stage! But it was evident from every note how much fun the band was having—so much that the organizers had trouble getting him off the stage.

In Italy this summer, we stumbled upon a Queen tribute band performing in a small town in Tuscany. At 1 a.m. the town square was jammed with hundreds of locals, ranging in age from 6 to 86, all clapping along to Radio Gaga. The Freddy Mercury clone pranced through dry ice in his tight white pants, feeding off the energy of the crowd who were in turn, feeding off the energy coming from the stage. It became a highlight of our trip.

So thank you, musicians of the world, for making life better by loving what you do. When you really pour your hearts into a performance, it fills us with energy and hope that makes the daily grind a little easier. But when your daily grind is getting you down, remember that your performance is the probably the highlight of the audience’s week, or month. Having that power is a gift and privilege. So bring it, will you?