The Who ended the
Japan leg of their 2008 Tour with
tonight's
concert at the
Budokan.
I was actually not aware that they were now down to only two members
(bassist Entwistle died in 2002) - Townshend and Daltrey.
The show was pretty much fantastic. The band was super-tight,
the legendary showmanship was there, the sound was excellent, despite
the high volume - the levels at the Budokan are much more
bearable than a monstrous venue like the Tokyo Dome where I
saw the Police
perform earlier this year. The Budokan is also relevant because it's
where so many great bands have performed in Tokyo. This was
where The Beatles made their debut in Japan. Apparently,
this is The Who's first visit to Japan. Unlike the Beatles,
and the countless British bands that blessed Japan with
concerts and tours in the 70's and 80's, The Who never made
it here until now.
Roger Daltrey noted this fact with regret as he expressed how
impressed he was by this "beautiful city and it's wonderful people."
The Budokan was as I expected: that
Showa-era
feel and interiors of a building constructed in the 60's.
It wasn't hard to imagine the Fab Four walking around
in it's corridors, since the place has probably never
been renovated since. I'd seen videos of performances
at the Budokan earlier (most notably
Dream Theater
and Yellow magic Orchestra),
and it really does have that 'rock-and-roll' history feel.
Before the show began, Thilo and I looked around at the
mixing consoles, trying to guess what kind of software all
that impressive array of equipment was running. We noticed the
R.A.F Roundel motif
everywhere.
The set began with Can't Explain, at a volume loud
enough that made it impossible for me to excitedly ask Thilo
if he'd heard/heard of the Scorpions cover version. The
sound was muddy when it began but smoothened out rapidly. Maybe
it was my ears getting used to the volume, but the later into the
show we got, the better the vocals and guitar tone sounded.
Pete Townshend actually changed guitars for every song -
all Fender Stratocasters except for the acoustic guitar
that appeared in the second encore. Despite their age, their
on-stage antics were almost identical to what you can see
in footage of their 70's performances (ask YouTube for Baba O'Riley) -
Windmill strokes, and Thilo joking that 'a wireless mike would
not work for him (Roger Daltrey).'
Obviously the most brilliant part was Baba O'Riley and
the performance of a significant part of Tommy in the first encore.
I've noticed that while enjoying myself obviously make me happy,
seeing other people enjoying themselves (to a
greater extent than I am) actually not only makes me
happier, but adds to it a warm, fuzzy feeling. I realized this
during the ASIA
concert in February 2007, when this forty-something lady in
front of me simply went wild when the music began.
Today, there was this quiet, fifty-something
unassuming gentleman next to me, I guessed either a
salary-man
or a mid-level executive of some local company -
who had come alone after a normal day of
work, and I imagined that most likely he was
suffering from that guilt associated with
leaving the Japanese workplace earlier in the evening than
is usually expected, skipping the almost regular overtime.
When Baba O'Riley broke out, he went nuts, in
a good way. I mean, imagine a suit-attired man
like any other fellow you are squeezed against
inside a crowded train, and here he is, sleeves rolled up,
jacket thrown off and ecstatically singing along next to me,
waving his arms in that rock and roll high. There's
too much sentiment and joy to classify an
experience like this as 'entertainment'.
