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  • Spending Night with no phones, but Jack White

    Spending Night with no phones, but Jack White

    by Willie Lutz,

    I’m an avid concert goer, something most folks around me know or have been a part of over my 21-plus years as a person. I’ve been to big shows, small shows, and everything in between, but for the first time, I had a small part taken out, and it made the concert experience an even more euphoric event.

    It made the concert experience an even more euphoric event.

    Last night, I had the chance to check out a concert experience that’s been impossible over the course of my lifetime. The eclectic Jack White announced his no cell phone policy, and even by his occasionally over-the-top standards, it was quite a strict policy.

    Upon arrival at Columbus’s EXPRESS! LIVE concert venue, concert attendees like myself were required to seal all “gizmos” (phones) into neon green pouches (made by a tech company called Yondr) with a hyper-strong magnet.

    The technology seemed much like you’d see on security tags seen on new clothing at one of the million-and-a-half retail stores across this country. Devices could be unlocked in an unsatisfying corner with no view of the stage, discouraging use.

    Granted, the venue was so full from the arsenal of legitimate music fans, the zone remained relatively empty. Fans arrived early for the 6 PM doors and when I’d arrived at 6:45 PM, the plaza, the beer lines, and the viewing areas were all flooded with tech-free fans.

    Personally, I was excited about the phone-free experience.

    Personally, I was excited about the phone-free experience; the wonderful people at CD102.5 provided a pair of tickets to the show, further adding to my enthusiasm for the policy.

    The venue isn’t tremendously big, it’s a general admission event, and tickets were just $65 to see one of the most prolific artists of this generation (so, not a bad deal by ticket-cost standards, which is why the show sold out in about a day) play through a renowned live set.

    Then, the music started and unsurprisingly, at least to me, the no-phone policy made the concert experience remarkably more enjoyable.

    Nashville-based country artist, Lillie Mae, and a fantastic backing band played what seemed to be a 45-minute stint (not that we could’ve known exacts, because we had no phones or even a clock to keep any strong knowledge of time).

    During opening acts, I’ve certainly been accustomed to peeking at my phone, using the time to fire a text or graze Instagram.

    During opening acts, I’ve certainly been accustomed to peeking at my phone, using the time to fire a text or graze Instagram. Instead, I got to watch a wonderful band play a handful of beautiful arrangements, with Scarlett Rische shredding the mandolin like 1960’s Jerry Garcia.

    In between sets, I found myself again disinterested in my cell phone (not that I had a choice) and entered some time of observation. It was a beautiful night in Columbus, Ohio, a night of roughly 75-degree weather, low humidity, and a casual sunset looming behind the sold-out, 5,200-member crowd.

    With anticipation and excitement mounting, perhaps due to no-phones, thus no stimulation, Jack White arrived on stage to a roaring audience. Opening with a standout track from his 2018 lackluster release, Boarding House Reach, “Over and Over and Over” turned the crowd from anticipation to elation.

    After White trounced through notable cuts, including “Lazaretto” and “Hypocritical Kiss” from the solo days, and a knock-out rip of the White Stripes “My Doorbell”, which moved White from his native guitar to a stirring piano performance, I thought about the viewing experience.

    No phones arching over the top of a concert should be the standard. 

    I’m of average height and even then, during shows I’m usually required to jerk my head left and right until I can find a viewing gap between arms held high for photos and videos.

    I’m of average height and even then, during shows I’m usually required to jerk my head left and right until I can find a viewing gap between arms held high for photos and videos. Not to mention, the Johnny Baseball-Coaches around me are usually busy texting away by song four of any set.

    Willie Lutz is a Loveland native and Loveland High School graduate, now attending The Ohio State University. He is songwriter, solo performer, as well as a member of the Zeroes. Lutz was a former writing intern for Loveland Magazine.

    Lutz enjoys music, basketball, running, and politics. By day, he studies strategic communication, by mid-afternoon, he writes articles for Pippen Ain’t East (Chicago Bulls blog) and Scarlet & Game (Ohio State Athletics Blog), and by night, he writes original music for the people. On his blog, WILLIE LUTZ’S WORD ZONE you’ll learn that Willie sometimes drinks too much coffee, listens to too much rock’n’roll, and gets mad at really negligible parts of things, but trust him, they drive him nuts. 

    Instead, I could only focus on the spectacular show in front of my face. White brought a simply incredible army of a backing band, notably Carla Azar.

    I’ve seen a lot of shows and I’ve never seen a drummer as daunting as Azar, who’s feel on the drums pairs like a cold beer to a slice of cheap pizza alongside White’s future-blues guitar playing.

    Get tickets to see this show and live without your phone, because I doubt many artists will continue through with this no-phones policy. White’s shows are whimsical adventures through a mostly-excellent discography of one of this generation’s most impressive artists.

    White ran through a career-spanning setlist, saving traditional hits for another day. Instead, fans saw rare numbers from White, including a wonderful, acoustic rendition of “You’ve Got Her in Your Pocket” atop the encore and a thought-consuming “Sugar Never Tasted So Good”.

    Personally, I wish all shows had this no phone policy, but instead, I’ll expect it to become worse as technology advances, but perhaps my pessimism is for the birds.



  • On Tom Petty: Losing an Artist and a Hero in the Same Breath

    On Tom Petty: Losing an Artist and a Hero in the Same Breath

    Willie Lutz is a student at Ohio State and a former writer for Loveland Magazine. He has provided these links for folks who want to support the victims of Puerto Rico’s devastation, and the deadliest shooting in US history occurring last night in Las Vegas.


     

    by Willie Lutz,

    It’s been a minute, aye? I’ve been more than a little tied up with school, I’ve been working on music constantly, all while writing for both Scarlet & Game and Pippen Ain’t Easy.

    So, on what I’ll consider to be one of the most gut-punching days in recent memory, with a nasty cocktail of Puerto Rico’s devastation, the deadliest shooting in US history occurring last night in Las Vegas, and the complete lack-of-confidence I feel in the people running our country to do anything about anything in particular, I need to take some time and talk about Tom Petty… because he wasn’t one to stand for any of that shit.

    So, here I am, sitting in my room, wearing my David Bowie t-shirt (another hero), and spinning that debut record with the Heartbreakers, and fittingly I’m heartbroken. Tom Petty will live on forever, because his music is undeniably going to outlive me, and outlive the generations to follow; he’s a titan, an icon, and a hero.

    Tom Petty died today at the age of 66. That sucks.

    It’s kind of hard to recall everything Tom Petty means and has meant to a 21-year-old, life-long dreamer.

    When you’re a kid, you’re obviously very impressionable, and for me, what my parents played in the car is a lot of what I’ve become. With my mom, we listened to a lot of Phil Collins and Fleetwood Mac. With dad, you could hardly go a day without hearing the Who or Elvis Costello.

    However, there was this quirkily-voiced guy who really introduced me to the way a hook sounds. See, my dad was sort-of old school in the age of the CD; he’d burn about 15 songs onto a CD, which would turn into this crazy catalog of mix-tapes. I’d estimate about 90% of the mix-tapes possessed the quirky voice.

    So, eventually I catalogued some of the lyrics, and while my brother and I sat in the back seat on the way to a bonfire at one of their friends’ house (I couldn’t have been more than five or six), the lyric, “awh yeah, awwll right, shake it easy bayybay, make it last all night,” stuck in the back of my brain… and it stuck in the back of my brain for good.

    Years later, probably right around the time I started high school, I emerged from a long phase where I’d only been listening to stuff from the pop-punk factory (see Green Day and Fall Out Boy), dabbled with rap (Eminem and Kanye West), and found a home in rock’n’roll.

    This metastasized in numerous Pandora stations, where I learned all the classic songs I’d known nothing and everything about; those songs from my dad’s mix-tapes creeped back into my life. Among those songs, I found one of my all-time favorite cuts, “American Girl”.

    I set Petty aside until I was about 15, where he found me, lifted me, and helped propel me to be a lot of what I am today.

    It was here where I started learning to play guitar, in a high school class, from a teacher who clearly (insert F-bomb) loved music in a lot of the same ways I did. It was here I learned the first song I learned (it’s the first song everybody learns on guitar… credit this note to Mr. Win Butler) “Free Fallin’”. A simple tune, but nevertheless completely and totally profound.

    My teenage brain was driven to seek out more of Petty’s music, because the way such simple, brilliant lyrics could create these perfect rock-pop hybrids.

    So, when I go home and tell my parents that we’re learning Tom Petty songs in school, being like the coolest parents in the world, they insisted I listen to Damn the Torpedoes, because I was listening to a lot of John Mayer and the two kind-of make sense in terms of taste pairings.

    Photo of Tom Petty by Larry Philpot – http://www.soundstagephotography.com

    I go on YouTube. Then I listen to Damn the Torpedoes. And from there, my mind is blown. Never knew you could kick off an album with “Refugee” and “Louisiana Rain”, but it turns out it’s like best way to do an album.

    All of the sudden, I’m one of ten guys walking around the hallways of high school humming the lyrics to, “You Don’t Know How It Feels” having never consumed a drug… and I felt cool as hell, because I got to know about something no one else was doing.

    I took some time off from Mr. Petty, until a few years later (we’re talking like 17), I found out my favorite band (Foo Fighters) do a cover of Petty’s “Breakdown”, so I listened to that… and then it was on.

    Petty entered cardiac arrest early in the morning of October 2, 2017, and died later that night at a hospital in Santa Monica, California. Source Wikipedia

    I don’t think I’ve made a playlist in the last four years that didn’t include some Tom Petty cut; his music is so unanimously lovable, but so personal that it fits any moment in the world.

    Hell, one of the first records I ever purchased on vinyl was the first record he’d done with the Heartbreakers back in 1976 and there’s not a bad song on it. So many great songs on that thing. It starts with “Rockin’ Around With You”, it stabs you with “Breakdown”, ravages you with “Mystery Man” and then teleports you to a half-drunken July night with “American Girl”. I bought it brand-new (unfashionable for 2015) from Everybody’s Records in Cincinnati on my first college winter break as a Christmas gift to myself.

    Four times in the last two years, I’ve had a chance to see Tom Petty in one form or another, or at least he’s been close enough to where I thought about it. One time last summer at Bunbury Music Festival, where he performed with his first band, Mudcrutch. Then, he played Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Columbus this summer with the Heartbreakers, but the tour was a little out of my budget.

    I got the chance to sing-along to a Petty song once, when The Shins hit an “American Girl” cover this summer at Lollapalooza, which one of my favorite moments in life ever, but it was perfect, because shortly there after, Arcade Fire kicked my dancing shoes to smithereens. I can’t help but know “American Girl” made the air in Chicago a little lighter, and brought that crowd a little closer.

    I got the chance to sing-along to a Petty song once, when The Shins hit an “American Girl” cover this summer at Lollapalooza, which one of my favorite moments in life ever, but it was perfect, because shortly there after, Arcade Fire kicked my dancing shoes to smithereens. I can’t help but know “American Girl” made the air in Chicago a little lighter, and brought that crowd a little closer.

    And it’s only been a few months since then.

    So, here I am, sitting in my room, wearing my David Bowie t-shirt (another hero), and spinning that debut record with the Heartbreakers, and fittingly I’m heartbroken. Tom Petty will live on forever, because his music is undeniably going to outlive me, and outlive the generations to follow; he’s a titan, an icon, and a hero.

    Alive or dead, Tom Petty will continue to be a personal hero and what I view to be an American Icon.

    In summation, we lost one of the coolest (insert F-bomb) today. His long, blonde hair, his cherry red Rickenbacker, and his dorky, but potent voice are totems of rock’n’roll.

    Rest easy, Tom.


    Willie Lutz is a student at Ohio State and a former writer for Loveland Magazine. You can follow his other writing here: 

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    He has provided these links for folks who want to support the victims of Puerto Rico’s devastation, and the deadliest shooting in US history occurring last night in Las Vegas.


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