a vision of The Gates
Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 3:13 pm
It appeared to me in a dream:
A roaring crowd pushed up against a sizable stage in an outdoor festival as we see a brief pause in the insanity that is a Pantera set, circa 1996. Two roadies quickly whisk onto the stage- one carrying a second SM58 with a boom mic stand, the other was carrying a wooden stool and a Fender acoustic 6-string guitar that had seen better days. The first roadie sits the stand down center stage, splitting Philip's wedges, and then slaps the mic on the stand. The second roadie places the stool in position and hands Philip the guitar, idly standing by during the pause. After plugging a 1/4" cable into the butt of the guitar, the second roadie disappears.
Pantera begins to play "Cemetery Gates".
"Reverend, Reverend, is this a conspiracy?...," Philip sings into the stationary mic, slunched over on the stool with the Fender in his lap.
A fermata'd note and Vinnie's crescendo'ing cymbal roll conclude the first section of the intro. A slight beat...
"On lead guitar- Dimebag Darrell!!!," Philip exclaims, gesturing in the pink-bearded man's direction, stage left. Enter Dimebag's first solo. Philip continues to play the rhythm acoustic countermelody (as written) under Dime's solo with severe deliberance, carefully eyeing the motions of his own hands.
The last note of the solo- Philip kicks the stool backwards and rises up in one motion, raising the Fender by its neck, clear over his head and holds ti there for a beat- then, he slams it down on one of the wedges in front of him in precise synchronization with the first attack of the big hit, smashing it into pieces...
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love "Cemetery Gates" as it is on the album, and it was a damn good tune to hear live. But did you ever wonder just how practical it could have been to hear the song live in its entirety?
Fuck- my point is moot, anyway.
A roaring crowd pushed up against a sizable stage in an outdoor festival as we see a brief pause in the insanity that is a Pantera set, circa 1996. Two roadies quickly whisk onto the stage- one carrying a second SM58 with a boom mic stand, the other was carrying a wooden stool and a Fender acoustic 6-string guitar that had seen better days. The first roadie sits the stand down center stage, splitting Philip's wedges, and then slaps the mic on the stand. The second roadie places the stool in position and hands Philip the guitar, idly standing by during the pause. After plugging a 1/4" cable into the butt of the guitar, the second roadie disappears.
Pantera begins to play "Cemetery Gates".
"Reverend, Reverend, is this a conspiracy?...," Philip sings into the stationary mic, slunched over on the stool with the Fender in his lap.
A fermata'd note and Vinnie's crescendo'ing cymbal roll conclude the first section of the intro. A slight beat...
"On lead guitar- Dimebag Darrell!!!," Philip exclaims, gesturing in the pink-bearded man's direction, stage left. Enter Dimebag's first solo. Philip continues to play the rhythm acoustic countermelody (as written) under Dime's solo with severe deliberance, carefully eyeing the motions of his own hands.
The last note of the solo- Philip kicks the stool backwards and rises up in one motion, raising the Fender by its neck, clear over his head and holds ti there for a beat- then, he slams it down on one of the wedges in front of him in precise synchronization with the first attack of the big hit, smashing it into pieces...
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love "Cemetery Gates" as it is on the album, and it was a damn good tune to hear live. But did you ever wonder just how practical it could have been to hear the song live in its entirety?
Fuck- my point is moot, anyway.
