Shinedown Concert

I don’t go to many concerts. I did in college – a lot of small, local bands, mainly – but only a handful over the past several years, with the last obviously being Epica. A lot of it is due to cost – concerts are expensive, man. That being said, if I really like a band, I know I’d try to make it work.

Enter Shinedown. I think I had heard their stuff – maybe – off and on, but I was really introduced to them by Brandon, who’s known about them since 2003. So, when I heard they were coming to Denver (well, Broomfield, which is close enough), I decided that we were going.

Slightly easier said than done. We thought the show was Tuesday, 3.26. Legit could have sworn that was the date. Brandon put his work request thinking Tuesday night as did I. Then, I go to get the tickets, and it’s Monday, 3.25. So, since the date … changed? we’re stupid? something? … Brandon couldn’t go (was in Kansas City that night) and I couldn’t really change my work schedule around to be off on Tuesday (though I did get stuff switched so I could come in at 6am instead of 4:15am), so I could go, but I wouldn’t get much sleep.

Luckily, my friend Claire is awesome and decided to come with (even though she had to be at work at 9am) and be my date.

The show was up in Broomfield at the 1stBank Center. I’d been there once prior – back in … 2006, I think? 2005? … for a CHL game to see the now-defunct Rocky Mountain Rage, but never for a show. Or anything else.

Venue wasn’t bad – I think I’m partial to smaller ones, just given my concert history – but still relatively intimate given it’s size. We had floor “seats”/general admission which wasn’t bad. I would have liked to get a bit closer to the stage – like I did at the Epica show – but didn’t happen.

Opening act was P.O.D. We got there in the middle of their short set. I owned their CD (or at least the one with the songs that everyone still knows – “Boom,” “Alive,” “Youth of the Nation”) back in the day. It was okay, but nothing special.


Next up was Three Days Grace. Going into the show, I didn’t think I knew anything by them, but after hearing them play, I definitely recognized quite a few of their songs. I listened to them again after the show on iTunes and, like Insomnium at the Epica show, I think they’re better live. I was pretty impressed with their show and liked the post-apocalyptic Las Vegas theme they had with their backdrop.


One of my favorite parts of that show was when the drummer went off on a solo that lasted several minutes. A small part of me still wants to learn to play the drums even though I know I totally don’t have the discipline (or the money) to learn.


Next up was obviously Shinedown. I originally thought they were the headliner, but given the length of their set and of Three Days Grace’s, I’m pretty sure it was a double-headliner.

Here’s the setlist, thanks to
The Crow & The Butterfly
Save Me
I’ll Follow You
Diamond Eyes (Boom-Lay Boom-Lay Boom)
If You Only Knew
Sound of Madness
Second Chance
Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd cover)

All in all, pretty damned awesome.

Here are the photos I took from the show … you can tell I was a bit far back.

During the “Simple Man” section … since it really was a section.

A few other notes:
– I would SO pay to see them again. Fantastic live show. That, and Brandon needs to come next time.
– They didn’t play my favorite song (“Call Me”), but they played numbers 2 and 3 in “Second Chance” and “If You Only Knew,” so I was happy.
– I took video of “Diamond Eyes” for Brandon as his consolation prize.
– I LOVED the fact that the band was dressed up, so to speak, in shirts and ties for the first part of the set. Very dapper.
– Lead singer Brent Smith can be happy in the fact that yes, I did follow his advice and taunted Brandon for not going to the show and yes, he does hate me for it and regrets not being there. Silly work.
– Smith was also right about music elevating oneself and floating out of the building, because I had Shinedown in my head the entire next day at work. Still do half the time, if I’m being honest with myself.
– Can they come back to Denver? Like, tomorrow? Kthx.
– LOVE the message of “Bully,” and the story of Amanda Michelle Todd that they share, but I have two nitpicks – 1.) it’s hard to read Todd’s story on the video screen and try to watch the band perform and 2.) did that seriously have to be the last song? Way to leave us on a depressing note. I’m sure it’s purposeful in that the powerful message is the last thing you encounter and therefore, it’s ideally the freshest in your mind as you leave, but still!

In closing: if you enjoy rock music and you get the chance to see them, DOOOOO IIITTTTTT.

On Jack Parker …

… and a bit on my own hockey background.

With Boston University coach Jack Parker coaching his last game last night (a 1-0 loss to the University of Massachusetts-Lowell), I wanted to write a few words, but I really don’t know why. Maybe it’s just due to my journalistic training.


I was an NHL fan and had just started learning how to play hockey when I started my college search and I knew that the school had to have hockey (or be very near a team) and, preferably, a way that I could keep playing.

The search came down to the University of Denver and Boston University. A school that gave me some money or a school that gave me none. Staying at home or going far away. Going to school with a friend (and a few acquaintances) and being near my family or going to a place starting completely fresh, knowing only my brother (who also attended BU). I ultimately chose the fresh start.

Being the hockey nerd that I was (I’m arguably more of a tri nerd now, though the hockey nerdiness still lingers), I soon started learning about the men’s varsity program. Signing up for WTBU, the student radio station (ideally for future career experience) and working a few games in studio helped a lot with that as well.  I signed up for the women’s club team* and thus hung out a lot in Walter Brown Arena, at that time, home to both the men’s and women’s teams. Our practices were right after the men’s a few days a week. At that point, I knew who Jack Parker was.

I first truly interacted with him in the Spring of 2002, my freshman year. I was in COM201 (communication writing) and chose, perhaps poorly, given that particular professor, to do a profile on him. When I first called to set up the interview, I was scared shitless. A former smoker, Parker has that gravelly smoker’s voice and combined with a thick Boston accent, was extremely intimidating over the phone. I dreaded doing the interview, but once I was there, it went well (besides my recorder dying on me without my knowledge and me not taking many notes. learning experience, that whole situation, for good and bad). That was when I first learned how much he cared for his players and how his favorite moments in (then) 20-some years of coaching were when Travis Roy’s parents made their first return to WBA after their son’s accident and when J.P. McKersie played in his first game back after a horrific car accident – not the BC games, not the Beanpots, not the National Championships (although I’m sure those are up there).

I forgot about those relationships until he made his retirement announcement late this season, his 40th of coaching at BU (almost his 50th at the university, between playing and being an assistant). Twitter came alive with scores of former players singing his praises, saying how vital Parker was in their development, how many of them still keep in touch. Parker himself said that he had two daughters and then 300+ sons, all from coaching.


That 2002 interview was not my only interaction with JackPa, though. In either my junior or senior year (I think senior), we decided to try and do the 50/50 raffle at the men’s games as a way to fundraise. For whatever reason, we had to set that up through Parker and as team secretary, that was my job. He had no problems in letting us do it – in part because we held the most successful 50/50 raffle they’d ever seen, which aided his decision to let us do it again once the team made the switch to Agganis Arena. He also knew me by sight  since I basically lived at Walter Brown – not only by being a part of the women’s team, but by being there in a lot of my spare time, too. I lived either on top of the arena or just up the street my four years, and I used WBA as one of my favorite study spots (no internet meant no easy distractions). We then were reintroduced in December 2008, when I covered BU in Denver at the annual Denver Cup tournament and I had to interview him for a game recap.

Given the fact that he knew who I was led me to my favorite Jack Parker moment/memory. I worked as the WCHA columnist for for several years which meant that I got the opportunity to work several Frozen Fours … including 2009, when BU last made it. Thanks to going out to D.C. mostly on my own dime, I didn’t have to work much during the tourney, which meant that I could attempt to be a fan and sit next to my then-boyfriend (now husband) during the games. Working hockey had made it hard for me to be a fan (still is, if I’m being honest with myself), but BU helped change that, if only for a weekend. Watching that title game against Miami University made me a nervous wreck and sitting two sections over from the BU students (led by veteran Section 8ers) brought everything back – all the cheers, all the emotion … everything.

(it also helped Brandon realize that the Dog Pound, the BU student section is AWESOME and one of the best, if not THE best, student sections in the country.)

When BU won in overtime – which, if you know hockey,  you know they probably shouldn’t have; Parker was triple-shifting his top line, but Enrico Blasi just wasn’t pressing as much as he should have and simply got out-coached by a veteran – off a play that made me truly feel for the Miami defenseman (I am a defenseman; I have that empathy), I … I don’t even remember my emotion right now. Stunned, shocked, ecstatic. I hugged Brandon, probably kissed him, tossed my jersey in my bag and high-tailed it down to the basement. I had my media credential and though I didn’t have to write a piece on game, I wanted to congratulate both SID Brian Kelley and Parker himself.

I was able to run down Parker in the hallway after the press conference on his way back to the locker room. I got his attention, he saw me, gave me a huge hug and asked how I was doing (he, predictably, was doing quite well).

I would say that he may have hugged me regardless because he was so happy, but I know that to be false. I also congratulated University of Minnesota-Duluth coach Scott Sandelin (with whom I had a working relationship) after his team won the 2011 Frozen Four, my last game as a reporter, and I got no hug.


There are probably still a few people out there who don’t like Jack Parker (fellow Hockey East fans) and are probably glad he’s gone, given his “reputation” of having the officials in his pocket, but, and this may be my bias talking, I don’t think you can’t not respect him and what he’s done. A few friends on Facebook said that he put BU on the map and I agree with them. Parker was considering retirement last year, but given the rape scandals, decided to stay on – partially because he knew it would have looked bad if he left, but mostly because he knew that’s when his team needed him the most. I admire that decision.

So thanks, Coach. I’m proud to have known you and I hope you show your face at a few games – the husband would like to meet you in November when his team, the University of North Dakota, plays at BU. Otherwise, enjoy retirement and may you always have smooth sailing on your likely new home, your boat.

* The women’s club team is now the women’s varsity team and playing the ridiculously undefeated University of Minnesota for the championship in the women’s Frozen Four today. I am so proud of how far that team has come in the few short years it’s been D-I. Go BU!

On the National Western Stock Show

Every year in January, the National Western Stock Show, (NWSS) known as the “Super Bowl of livestock shows,” comes to Denver. This year was the 107th year and, strangely enough, my first. I’m a native Coloradoan (and Denverite … or at least suburban Denverite) and I’ve been wanting to go for years, but somehow, it just never worked out.

A few years ago, I got hooked on watching Pro Bull Riding (PBR) on TV at the gym – it was great to zone out on a treadmill watching it – and while I don’t seek it out specifically to watch anymore, I’d still love to see it live. The PBR tour is part of the NWSS and since I initially wanted to go mainly for that, the timing just never worked out for me.

This year, Brandon agreed to go with me and even though we weren’t able to make one of the PBR events (or afford it), we decided to go anyway and check it out.

It was a lot of fun. It was a crazy mix of everyday Joe’s and industry people and tons of livestock and stuff for sale and everything. Brandon enjoyed the animals – he likes those areas at the Minnesota State Fair, too – and we both enjoyed the spectacle. We decided we do want to go again next year – and probably see one of the shows (PBR if I get my way).

Awesome lamp.
Cucumbers are quite possibly one of my favorite foods, so I found this cool.
I’m a potato!
Where we ate. I wouldn’t recommend it.