Van Halen
Staples Center, November 20
By Randall Roberts
Jack and Coke? Check. Bic lighter? You know it. Rocker passed out on sidewalk, girlfriend exasperated, before the show? There were a few of them here. This is Van Halen, after all, and them up there is Diamond David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen, on the stage together again. Mr. Sparkle and Mr. Fingers, the yang and the other yang, home, at peace, revived, rejuvenated, and re-dentured.
All photos by Timothy Norris
It’s been many long years since Van Halen haunted the Sunset strip, and many years too since Roth and Van Halen palled around on stage. Years of darkness, years that are gone and we can never get back. That Dark Period, when Van Halen lost its true lead singer and became this other creature, this Non Halen with that Dude Who Shall Not Be Named who’s actually a really great guy but who is not David Lee Roth. The songs created by the fake Van Halen, you can’t unhear those songs. “Why Can’t This Be Love?” Because it just can’t because, well, you’re not the one we fell in love with.
We fell in love with a couple: Eddie and Dave from Pasadena, and like a pair of divorcees who seem so lost after the break-up, so halved and lonely, one without the other is weird and wrong. And because we love Hollywood endings, Van Halen at the Staples Center was a joy to behold, even if Dave can’t jump as high as he used to and there was no Michael Anthony swinging from a rope and swigging from a bottle of Jack.
So what did they play? What do you think they played, a Pixies song? Of course not. They played all the hits. “Panama.” “Hot for Teacher.” “Runnin’ with the Devil.” “You Really Got Me.” “Pretty Woman.” “Jump.” All of them sounded excellent, sounded alive with pleasure, sounded whole again. The crowd lapped it up -- especially, of course, the men in attendance, men with thinning hair and expanding bellies who were in hog heaven, air guitaring like they were speaking in tongues, feeling like they had finally come home. There they were, back in the basement with the black light and the bong and the stereo and an air guitar tennis racket just in case the dude on the FM station played “Runnin’ With the Devil,” which was the show’s highlight if only because it’s the hardest song of the bunch. “I found the simple life ain’t so simple,” sang Diamond Dave, a man born to be up on that stage, and because we know his post-Halen life, the truth of the lyric has a certain resonance.
It’s important to remember when contemplating Roth and the huge smile on his face that until a few years ago he was driving an ambulance in New York City. So I imagine that for a guy like him, last night was pretty special. For a long time he was a castaway, lost at sea, drifting, drinking salt water, hallucinating albums like Crazy from the Heat in thrashing seas. Tonight he seemed like he had finally washed ashore. He was overjoyed, overwhelmed, his face wide open in huge cheesy smile.
And Eddie? Let’s just say that Britney needs to go to wherever they sent Eddie, because he seemed reborn. To see him less than a year ago looking so decrepit, so debased, so fuct was to see sadness and failure personified, was to see the ugly reality of the rock and roll lifestyle that Van Halen in their prime so fully embraced. Eddie still has his chops, his fingers are pure and nimble, his licks intact. Yes, his wailing guitar style and wank-off solos are inherently lame in the same way that Mariah Carey’s melisma vocal gymnastics are, and it’s hard to forgive Eddie for the million imitators who ruined 1980s rock. But when he sat down near the end of the show, just him and his guitar, and played a ten minute solo, he delivered serious emotion, and illustrated that, sure, he can wail, but if he wanted to he could toss off an album of solo acoustic material that’d make George Winston cry.
Wolfgang Van Halen, Eddie’s son, is a really good bassist, and though nepotism got him the job his talent proved he earned it. And to see him leaning against his dad during “Jamie’s Crying,” their foreheads touching and so obviously connected, is to see pride and deep, honest love personified. Knowing that last year at this time his father was at rock bottom made the moment feel special not just on the rock and roll stage, but on the human stage. And Wolfie’s uncle, Alex, can still drum, can still unload a perfectly, brilliantly stupid drum solo unlike anyone in the business save maybe Neil Peart of Rush.
So, yeah, it was Van Halen whole again, and it rocked. Do I ever need to see it again? Nah. I got what I was looking for last night, no more, no less. It’s not like I’m going to reevaluate Van Halen’s oeuvre, am going to submit that there’s more depth to their body of work than there actually is. They’re a dumb rock band, nothing more, nothing less. But they’re one of the best dumb rock bands, and every once in a while it’s a hell of a lot of fun to get stupid.
All photos by Timothy Norris
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"Jaime's" Crying
Posted on November 21, 2007 12:00 PM by Derek O'Neppo
To sum up last night's show in one word - WEAK! There were no risks taken. IT seems that they play the same set EVERY night. The stops are dead on, that's rehearsed, but there was no BAND feel to it, no unity. ROth was whorring the spotlight - as a front man should, but the "connection" with Eddie was FAKE, just a show. The harmony vocals sounded a little too good to be LIVE... wink, wink. Samples anybody?
Where is Michael Anthony? The original and the only bass player for VH.
Shit, Hagar is 60, but he still sings better live, than Roth EVER did. The 04 tour with Hagar was a disaster, but only because EVH was drunk ALL the time - anyone see the Vegas show? It was one of the worst EVER!
Yeah, it's this whole nostalgia trip - one more time for old times' sake. PLEASE... For an LA audience it was nearly a substandard show. Why do you think there are still tickets available for the West Coast part of the tour - cause not as many people care to see the Pillsburry Dough boy on bass, hear a BORING drum solo from ANCIENT Alex Van Halen , and watch ROth do his I'm-still-a-closet-homo dance... THe only guy that was ON was Eddie, but that's just not enough...
The show was weak, pointless and only rocked for about 3 minutes total from a two hour set of oldies, but goodies.
Why did they not play Me Wise MAgic, or CAn't Get this Stuff no more, or ONE new song?
Whatever. Good see Tool, or Zappa Plays Zappa in order to get your money's worth...
Posted on November 21, 2007 12:29 PM by art
The brothers still don't seem to get it... Van Halen the band that came out of quiet ol' Pasadena and completely obliterated disco, punk, and anything else in the way was Ed, Alex, Mike, and David Lee, and nothing less will do. Why? Because Van Halen is part of our adolescence, and also part of Los Angeles' history. There is no substitute. Still, I was glad to see them and hear the (now) classics from the first five albums, and glad to see that Ed and Alex still have their chops, and Dave still has his... well Dave is Dave and that's why we love him. So let's talk about the kid... If anyone had to replace Mike, I suppose only another Van Halen that was schooled by Ed himself could be the one. But in spite his skills and his namesake, we all knew he was just out of place. Too young, dressed like the stoner crowd that hung out by the back fence in my high school, no stage presence whatsoever, and not nearly enough glamour or goofiness to be on stage with the guys who were the unwitting fashion consultants for every 80's hair band to follow. No offense, kid. But we miss Mike (almost) as much as we missed Dave for reasons you won't understand for another 22 years. Do like Sting's kid and get your own band to open for dad's. And remind him that we've waited a long friggin time for this reunion... and although its closer to the real thing... it's still not Van Halen.
Posted on December 15, 2007 10:35 AM by vk