On 20 May 2011 I was doing my Twitter for Android thing when I saw that the House of Blues San Diego Tweeted about a free ticket giveaway. All one had to do was re-Tweet what they said and you’d be in to win two tickets to the 21+ Stephen Marley show on 9 June 2011. I saw that they’d only posted that about a minute ago, so I figured I’d go for it, for fun. I totally did not expect to win. Not in the least.
If you follow me on Twitter or if we’re friends on Facebook, you already know that I won one of the pairs of tickets House of Blues gave away that day.
Dude, I was ecstatic. But then I realized that a lot of my friends aren’t over 21, Amy isn’t 21, and my 21+ friends work (the show was on a Thursday). After being shot down twice, I contacted a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, Paola, and it turned out that she was to be my date for the show.
A few days or so before the show, I read on 91x’s Facebook page that Damien “Jr. Gong” Marley was going to be preforming with his brother on the 9 June show at the House of Blues San Diego.
“Ummm, guys, I’m going to that same show.”
At this point, I’m doing whatever possible to keep from bursting at the seams with excitement. I was going to see two of the Marley kids perform live! It didn’t help me any that 91X plays Bob Marley songs on a daily basis or that I have songs on my Zune by both Stephen and Damien.
The date of the show finally rolls around and I meet up with my friend, Paola, at the Yard House for some pre-concert dinner. Before I got to the restaurant, I picked up the tickets from will-call and texted Paola to make sure she had her ID. She forgot it. The show is 21+ and she doesn’t have her ID with her. Luckily, Paola’s little sister drops off her ID while we’re eating. Hooray for little sisters! Amy had joined us for dinner so we could all catch up from the last time we were all together. During our conversation, I find out that Paola isn’t looking forward to getting a contact high from the people around us at the concert ‘cause she had a bad experience the last time. I’m thinking, ‘Aw crap, it’s a reggae show! I KNOW there’s gonna be weed there!’ So I do what I can to ease her nerves by telling her that it won’t be a big deal because reggae shows are chill and mellow events. Nothing to worry about.
Amy had a friend’s birthday get-together she had to get to and Paola and I had a reggae concert to attend. The doors were at 7PM and the show was scheduled to start at 8PM; we all left the restaurant and Paola and I were at the House of Blues before 7:30PM.
After getting our ID’s checked and tickets scanned, Paola and I entered the House of Blues San Diego. Neither of us had ever been there before, so we really didn’t even know what to expect. The artwork and the décor inside are pretty amazing. And it’s everywhere; there isn’t an empty space anywhere to be found. As soon as you walk in and pass security, there’s a bar on the right hand side and stadium-like seating on the left, and the stage is below; turns out that we’re on the first floor and the general admission, standing room only space is in the basement. So Paola and I head to where the fun is to be had. The downstairs area is similar to the upstairs; the bar is on the right and the stage to the left. Duh. We go to the bar to see what kind of drink specials they have. A bar tender says, “Four-dollar Jell-O shots. It’s not really a drink, but that’s the special we have.” We order ourselves two tall cans of Corona; lime wedge, no cup. We head to the stage area and get as close as possible to the front since Paola is a few inches shorter than I am (I’m 5’5”) and I want her to be able to see the stage, as opposed to the back of people’s bodies. We’re still early for the show, so we find a spot to the right of the stage, under a set of speakers, right up on the containment fence without an issue.
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| Stephen Marley |
The DJ guy is spinning and mixing reggae the whole time, trying to get everyone pumped for the concert. The place is still pretty empty so it’s a little pointless.
Before the place fills up completely, I quickly finish my Corona and I head to the little girl’s room. I’m really excited for the concert and I don’t want to need to leave my awesome spot at the front in the middle of the show.
The show finally starts at 8:40PM; a little late, but fashionably so. The opening act is a guy named Christopher Martin. I was buzzed but even then, I wasn’t able to figure out what he was saying in his thick Jamaican accent. It was hot, though.
He sings wonderfully for two songs then introduces Stephen Marley. Crowd went wild.
Reggae hell breaks loose and anything that’d been bothering me up until that point was forgotten. Stephen did songs from his latest album “Revelation: Part 1” and other iconic songs of his.
I swear I reached Nirvana during the concert.
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| Damien "Jr. Gong" Marley |
But then, Stephen introduces his little brother. I’m not sure how, but the crowd got even louder. Jr Gong comes out and does a couple songs with Stephen and the show feels like a rock concert. Damien has so much energy; he’s jumping and moving across the stage, dreadlocks flying in every direction. I can’t get a good shot with my camera phone! The pictures I’m taking all look like my phone is on a wicked acid trip. I finally manage to snap some and Stephen is left to keep the show going on his own.
A few songs later, Damien comes back out and does a few more songs with this big brother and makes his exit once more.
After Stephen finished each one of his songs, he’d say “YEAH!” which obviously made everyone get loud again. Throughout the night he asked a few times in his lovely Jamaican accent, “San Diego! Do you love reggae music?” *Audience screams in approval*
The entire time Stephen was on stage (which was for the whole show), there was this one guy twirling a green, yellow, and red-orange flag with a black lion on it. The guy was so high, he was in outer space. For every single song, he was to the left of the stage, twirling away without a care in the world. I laughed every time I glanced over and saw him; he started to scare Paola at one point, though.
There was weed at the show, but not to the extent in which I’d anticipated. The House of Blues had the air on to maximum; everything got sucked out all kinds of quick. Also, since we were right up front, beefy security guards made sure no one did anything illicit. Not by the stage, anyway. There was this one older white guy that wanted to mosh and everyone around him quickly put him in his place, twice. You don’t mosh at a reggae show! However, at one point Paola and I got beer spilled on us when we were all jumping; I got it down my right thigh and she got it up top. Overall, the entire thing was pretty chill. How could you not be mellow at a reggae concert? Damn.
Out of all the songs that Stephen and Damien performed, I can only clearly recall the ones they did of their father’s: “Jamming”, “Three Little Birds”, “Buffalo Soldier”, “Could You Be Loved”, and the concert ended with “One Love”. Can you imagine, though, absolutely everyone in attendance singing along to each one of those songs? It was blissfully surreal. Needless to say, (you know this if you follow me on Twitter and Facebook), I lost my voice by the end of the night and my ears didn’t quit ringing for a couple hours after the fact.
Other than the Bob Marley songs Stephen and Damien did, I can only really remember the vividness of how loud the concert was, the screaming, singing along, and dancing.
I’m still in awe from the concert. I was close enough to Damien “Jr. Gong” Marley that I could have told you what time it was by looking at his left wrist. I hear a Bob Marley song and I’m back at the concert.
All I know, for damn sure, is that:
1.) I will be eternally grateful to my mom for introducing me to reggae music
2.) This was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to
3.) I will be forever delighted that Paola was the one to have shared this with me
4.) The graciousness of the House of Blues San Diego, for giving fans the opportunity to go to shows for free.
Los Links:
One love!