CINDERELLA

CINDERELLA - The More Things Change: 1st Night Tour Report





by Mark Gromen


Been able to the see the band at least once a year for the last
three, which really isn't the same as the dozens of weekly fixes, back
when they were on the minute, low-ceiling stage of the Galaxy in
Somerdale, NJ, prior to being signed. Always knew Tom Keifer was star
material. Even when playing to a bunch of weekend warriors, he
posed/preened and delivered vocally, like it was Madison Square Garden.
The band behind him (at his beck and call) were whipped into headlining
shape, awaiting the call (to fame) which ultimately came, even if they
never musically fit the dreaded "hair metal" tag, at least not at the
start! For all of us, circumstances have since come and gone, but Keifer
remains the same, sporting a similar, albeit more "tamed," haircut and
the same ivory tusk earring (in his left lobe) as all those years ago.
The same can not be said of his friend, Eric Brittingham. Said it
before, but is there any '80s rocker who has (visibly) changed more? If
he weren't hanging around the rest of the guys, you wouldn't know it's
the same soft-spoken bassist. He couldn't be more incognito in the
witness protection program!





Speaking of ancient history, much of the House Of Blues crowd was
out to relive the same. Lest you think Rock Of Ages still exists, this
was minus the big hair, equal sized attitudes (mostly from the
non-artist side of the stage) and trappings of the '80s...(thankfully)
only the music survives. Although we can still teach "junior" a think or
two about partying on a weeknight, if the bar tab is any indication!
Certain percentage of this crowd wasn't even born when I first started
listening to CINDERELLA and all those "yungins" weren't just there with
mom and pop.





Could tell it was the start of the tour, as there was no new merch,
just leftovers from '11. Never had to check the levels of in-ear
monitors, back in the day, but tonight they seemed to cause an
inordinate delay after the opening act. The intermission was punctuated
by a soundtrack filled with too much RATT and POISON, certainly
contemporaries, yet stylistically, miles apart. As if to prove the
point, and show where their “allegiance” lies, the band took the stage
to AC/DC's 'Rock N Roll Ain't Noise Pollution'.





Exactly the same set as last year, but tonight, they were more
energetic, sweating on the small (by HOB standards) stage. The opening
duo of 'Once Around The Ride' and 'Shake Me' got the crowd going, right
away.There was an extended array of keyboards, where there once were
none, shoehorned next to guitarist Jeff LaBar. Keifer didn't really
interact much with the crowd, undoubtedly running through his first
night, mental checklist. 'Heartbreak Station' began with Keifer, center
stage, with a mounted lap steel. Later, both guitarists wielded
acoustics, in the frontman's case, it was the twelve string variety.





'Somebody Save Me' has always been one of my favorites, a rocket
fueled, old school speedster. Afterward, the stage went black, only to
reemerge with Keifer resplendent in stove pipe hat and double-neck
guitar, for 'Night Songs'. LaBar picked up the harmonica, Keifer by his
side, to introduce, 'The 'More Things Change'. Even got a couple of head
nods (headbangs?) from Keifer, certainly not something you'd see
Stephen Pearcy of Brett Michaels do.


Once more the stage blackened, this time, LaBar arrives
bare-chested, having discarded his white poodle shirt, in favor of a
cowboy hat and leather vest, which helped display his tattoos. Keifer
stood with hands on hips, as the crowd aided the chorus to 'Coming
Home'. A flash of strobe lights transitioned to 'Second Wind', which saw
Keifer utilize his considerable lips to play his solo. The mellow
section of the show continued, with 'Don't Know What You've Got (Till
It's Gone)'. LaBar stood with foot on the monitor, as Keifer left his
guitar, in favor of a lone mic. At one point, he broke himself up,
telling the audience, “I want to see stars.” Don't know what he meant,
but the crowd was in full participation mode, offering a vocal rendition
of 'Nobody's Fool', prior to the energetic 'Gypsy Road', which closed
the proper set.





A short interlude and fashonista LaBar is back onstage with a
Cleveland Indians' baseball jersey. The red and purple (haze?) lighting
were right out of a '70s flashback. Keifer churned out the bluesy 'Long
Cold Winter', sapping some of the vitality re-established with 'Gypsy
Road'. The evening concluded with a rousing 'Shelter Me', which saw the
multi-talented frontman once again trade in his acoustic six-string,
this go round, for saxophone. He shimmied around the stage, thrusting
the mic stand over the audience's head, come the chorus.


The more things change, the more they stay the same. CINDERELLA's still got it!