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The Conversation: Odd Concert Pairings


by Stephen Becker 15 Sep 2010 11:43 AM

Saturday at Pizza Hut Park, Pat Green is opening up for KISS. Yes, really. And the bill got us wondering: What concert that you’ve been to featured the oddest pairing of artists? Did you appreciate the diversity? Or was it a disaster? Drop us a comment and let’s see who can come up with the most unlikely combination.
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Saturday at Pizza Hut Park, Pat Green is opening up for KISS. Yes, really. And the bill got us wondering: What concert that you’ve been to featured the oddest pairing of artists? Did you appreciate the diversity? Or was it a disaster? Drop us a comment and let’s see who can come up with the most unlikely combination.

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Stephen Becker produces the shows Think and Anything You Ever Wanted to Know for KERA. As part of the Art&Seek team, Stephen produces radio and digital stories, along with the podcast "The Big Screen," with Chris Vognar, movie critic of The Dallas Morning News. View more about Stephen Becker.

COMMENTS

  • Stephen Becker

    I can’t think of one that tops Pat Green and KISS. But I’ve seen a few unlikely ones. Damian Marley opened for U2 at the AAC a few year’s back. And I saw Snoop Dogg open for the Red Hot Chili Peppers at Superpages.com Center (can’t remember what it was called back then). That one at least kinda made sense with the California pairing.

  • Jerome Weeks

    I reviewed Madonna on her very first, not very good concert tour (“Like a Virgin”). Her opening act was a rather unhappy rap trio called the Beastie Boys. They were unhappy because Madonna had installed a dance stage. At least for their Houston gig, it was far too bouncy for them to hop up and down while rapping — and scratch records. The turntables kept jumping. They didn’t even complete their set.

    It’s hard even imagining those two acts appearing together today.

    I also confess shamefacedly that one of the very first arena concerts I ever attended (I was 16) had some long-since-forgotten solo country-rock-ish singer-guitarist opening for — ahem — the Moody Blues. The crowd may have been stoned and mellow but they had little tolerance for the poor miscast guy. Began my disenchantment with the Moodies and their audience.

    But I got that bad taste out of my ears a few weeks later by watching Mitch Ryder and Iggy and the Stooges.