perryfaithful wrote:Sorry but this deserves it's OWN thread. I am sickened..........
http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?news ... 0164&rfi=6 Def Leppard's Phil Collen. Photo by Tom Bonomo
7/1/06 at Montage Mountain, Scranton
While it's been 27 years since Def Leppard's first recording, watching the band rock the Toyota Pavilion at Montage Mountain Friday night, you couldn't help but shake your head. A countrified Bon Jovi not withstanding, Def Leppard is schooling every single band of its heyday.
And, the guys know what's up. Near the one-hour mark of their torrid, greatest hits-heavy set, Phil Collen paused to deliver one of the most sincere "thank you" passages of any band we've ever heard on the mountain.
"We've been following what's been going on around here and we didn't think anyone was going to come out tonight. We thought you all had more important things to do than to come and see a rock 'n' roll show. We're all here, and we're going to try and make everybody happy for a little bit."
This was a damp Northeastern Pennsylvania crowd that had spent the past few days watching a river swallow entire towns, but tired it was not. It needed a release, and Def Leppard provided it.
This crowd stood for Def Leppard's entire set, and sadly, it was a stark contrast to Journey's opening set, which can be described as dismal at best.
Journey came out all pomp and no performance. Frontman Steve Augeri, who will forever be compared to the incomparable Steve Perry, spent most of his stage time front and center, mugging for the crowd in a Jesus Christ pose, like he was expecting to be showered with adoration for all of the music he had nothing to do with.
Augeri sported white jeans and a white sport coat, like he was running late for Colonel Sanders' wedding or something. What we quickly learned, is that much like Colonel Sanders doesn't actually cook the chicken at KFC, Steve Augeri doesn't really sing the songs for Journey.
From note one, Neal Schon's guitar sonically dwarfed everything on stage. Only if you stuck your fingers in your ears could you clearly hear Augeri, whose voice cracked and broke like Rob Zombie in a church choir. His singing offered little range, less sustain, and was barely comparable to most Monday night karaoke singers, much less Steve Perry.
The first two songs were lyrically inaudible, and led into a guitar solo. Yes, a guitar solo, with the entire band onstage, sans Augeri.
Augeri left the stage during several songs, which drummer Deen Castronovo sang almost exactly like Steve Perry. On more than one occasion, Augeri stopped singing and pulled the mic from his face, yet the vocals sounded unchanged as Castronovo carried the tune.
Castronovo, on this night, was the best performer in the band. It's too bad that the songs he sang sent many fans to the beer tents, as fans realized Augeri is nothing but a puppet, and Castronovo was pulling the strings. It's a wonder how a "singer" can continue to tour, knowing that night after night, he has to leave the stage so the drummer can sing the songs he's supposed to sing.
Visually, Journey's show was about as enticing as a two-year old Kohl's circular, and about as hip. Cain looked like he didn't want to be there. Schon never took off his shades. Ross Valory looked like any ol' bass player you might find playing at a fire company picnic.
Augeri made no effort to ingratiate himself to the crowd. You'd think if his role, musically, was a limited one, then he must be worth something as a showman.
No.
And as the first hour crawled, we sat in awe of the gigantic horizontal video screen that played generic shapes and swirlies that even Windows Media Player had to find amusing.
There would be no "Open Arms," and the band played only one tune from Raised on Radio, and it was ironically "Be Good to Yourself." The crowd finally rose one hour into the set, when Cain started "Faithfully." Augeri (wisely) allowed the crowd to sing "Don't Stop," "Separate Ways," and the encore of "Any Way You Want It."
His night was summed up when he idiotically tossed his rockstar mic stand into Deen's drum kit during "Separate Ways," sending a cymbal and its boom mount crashing to the stage and drawing a death stare from Deen's drum tech.
There are times when such acts could be considered as "rock 'n' roll." This was not one of those times, and this is not one of those tours for Journey.
By night's end, it was obvious that Def Leppard had come to rock, while Journey had come to get paid. DL looked and sounded even better than its prior visit to Wilkes-Barre not six months ago, and it added updated song and video selection to its show.
As for Journey, Cain told us in a recent interview (posted on this site) that Journey has a legacy to protect, and like a knight at the round table, he steps on stage with his sword drawn to play the songs people paid to hear.
On this night, DL was the band with swords drawn to protect its legacy, and Journey? Well, guys, next time you ride into town on your white horse, swords drawn in the name of rock 'n' roll, you better have Sir Perry leading the charge.