Okay, you can stop refreshing your browser, here’s my Genesis review

So I went to see Genesis on Saturday night, and as is typical of L.A., it rained…wait, it hasn’t rained in six months… You know, that’s one thing that’s not mentioned about the rain in L.A., if something gets rained out anywhere else, it’s just another thing. Here it seems like evidence of an angry God, an angry God who’s obviously a fan of Genesis’ later work, because they didn’t play much of that. Or perhaps an angry God who, out of confusion, got mad because Genesis wasn’t playing anything from their album “No Jacket Required.” God would be very confused at this point

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So I went to see Genesis on Saturday night, and as is typical of L.A., it rained…wait, it hasn’t rained in six months… You know, that’s one thing that’s not mentioned about the rain in L.A., if something gets rained out anywhere else, it’s just another thing. Here it seems like evidence of an angry God, an angry God who’s obviously a fan of Genesis’ later work, because they didn’t play much of that. Or perhaps an angry God who, out of confusion, got mad because Genesis wasn’t playing anything from their album “No Jacket Required.” God would be very confused at this point because that was a Phil solo album. Genesis, of course, once featured Peter Gabriel in elaborate costumes and put the “art” in “Art Rock,” one of my favorite genres. I was raised on Art Rock, the house often filled with early Genesis tracks from Trick of The Tail, Wind and the Wuthering and The Voyage of The Dawn Treader…wait, one of those is not a Genesis album…


I knew a lot of early Genesis songs but I really took note when everyone else did, around the self-titled album with Mama and Home By The Sea, which of course was purchased the first day it came out and was played pretty much 24 hours for several weeks in the house I grew up in. This excellent album peaked my interest in the early stuff because…these are the same bands? Later in college having swiped Dad 2.0’s cassette of Nursery Cryme I became a fan in earnest and at that time it was so easy to backlash and become an early Genesis fan because who really gives a fuck about I Can’t Dance and that album with No Son of Mine, I honestly don’t know what it’s called. I was too busy listening to my Columbia Records acquired catalog of Trespass, Foxtrot, and the Gabriel Live album. They’re so great, every song is like 12 minutes long and has as much story as a Lord of the Rings movie. It’s so indulgent.

So, this guy, reviews the concert better than I can. I’ll just say these two things. First, Genesis pretty much alternated pop favorites with old, 12 minute epics. I realized as I tried to peg the era of each obscure song how much of a crossfade the group really went through, it didn’t just suddenly become Michelob Light: The Band. This is especially noticeable when they played Domino from Invisible Touch, or The Cage from Lamb Lies Down which could almost be from the same album from the sound of the show.

Lastly, I was in the rain for almost three straight hours. 45 minutes during the show, a half hour to exit, 45 minutes to wait outside for the shuttle bus, then 20 minutes to walk from the train station to Bridget. Paul and I tried to talk about the concert while standing in the pissing rain, then there would be a lull and Paul would say “…so, how about this rain…” That kept us entertained.

This video is taken from the night I was there, The Cage from Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, a highlight of the evening.

And here in shit-o-vision is a major highlight, Chester Thompson and Phil Collins playing a stool, they play the shit out of it and then move over to kick the hell out of the drums.

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