I checked out the "Spirit of Armenia!"
Sunday night up at the Hollywood Bowl
with my beloved Ngoc em
. I've lived in L.A. for more than a few years now and, shamefully, it was my first time up ther
e. I'd definitely like to go back soon.
Anyway, I didn't know what to expect at all. My exposure to Armenian music is mostly limited to KSCI
where I've seen seen more than enough Tupac
-indebted gangsta rap.
Still, I would possibly prefer that to my even stronger dislike of five thousand-year-old tunes played on a fretless bass.
was pretty full. Even though we were outside and there was no smoking except outside, the air hung heavy with cigarette/cigar smoke and perfume. We brought 2 Buck Chuck and cheese with sesame pita chips. We found our seats. Saw a couple of friends
near us but sat where we were assigned.
I don't think I've ever been to one of those concerts with the big screens projecting what's going on the stage before. No lie, I think the biggest concert I'd ever been to (before last night) was Big Audio Dynamite
in a park in 1992.
I found myself alternating between squinting at the stage and craning at the b
ig screens. I wished I'd brought binoculars or opera glasses or something. It's like being at a sports bar. Even if you want to focus on something, the TVs all around hypnotize with their pretty colors! It's even more difficult to look away when you're periodically blinded by the gleam of gargantuan images of Adiss Harmandian
cracking smirks and busting out in his Tom Jones