Amazing in spite of crowd!
by BeeGun on 2024-08-19River Cree Resort & Casino - EnochRating: 5 out of 5Saw the amazing Steve Earle 35 years ago a year before we were married in 1990. I was already a huge fan, as a CKUA listener and early devoted Edmonton Folk Fest attendee. I invited my then-boyfriend (now husband) as a bit of a test, which obviously he passed, though I had a moment of doubt when he hesitated joining the line-up, and commented on the "tough crowd,"I guess referring to people with tattoos and possibly wearing biker colours. Oblivious and already star-struck at the idea of being in Steve's presence, I gushed something like, "yeah, isn't it great!"Still felt the same way with our seats in row 9 to the right of the stage at River Cree. Our experience is this is often a pretty raw crowd; there seem to be a lot of comps at this venue, and it is at a casino, with bar service at both ends of the venue, so let's just say people aren't always as dedicated to the performance as they might be at a more controlled, staid location. That said, even prepared, it was a raucous crowd, more inebriated than I'd seen at several previous shows, packing back the hiballs and calling for Copperhead Road before the first few warm-up songs. Steve, no doubt more than prepared, was amazing and so professional, a real trouper, even as he asked the crowd at one point to "quiet down"so he could do one of his legendary intros to a song. Despite the rude, disrespectful bunch behind us who continued to yell throughout, until my husband turned around to loudly tell them they had to stop, which they did not, and we got up and found empty seats where the crowd was actually listening, Steve Earle was his usual fabulous, raspy, story-telling best, including some newer material most of the crowd didn't seem to know, written for a documentary on a mine disaster in West Virginia that killed 29 men, whose names are front and centre in Steve's song. Steve, the crowd at River Cree in Enoch/Edmonton did not represent us true fans, who maybe had a couple of brewskis before the concert, and sat near the front to see and hear and revel in the mastery of a storyteller, poet, singer, guitar player at the top of his game. No apologies were needed for your voice, etc. though being Canadian, I wanted to say sorry for the smoke, for the rowdy boors, for the asinine non-fans drunkenly calling for Copperhead Road when you were talking about your son and the permanent hole that is left in your heart. Know that there were more of us than them, there at River Cree, on Friday, August 16, and we were listening, and we heard you, and were blown away.