Tribute to tribute bands

I'm sorry it has been so long between postings. The university reorganized the library departments, as part of a massive building project, and I've been getting home too exhausted to be creative. The problem at work, mainly, is that my desk in the reference department, in fact the whole reference department, was moved to temporary quarters much, much farther from the vending area. As a result, my trips to buy afternoon nourishment wore me out, especially on top of the simple psychic weariness that comes from being relocated to an unfamiliar place. Also, my work has been harder because I haven't been easily able to direct library users to the proper parts of the library with my usual patented hand gestures. I'm sitting in a corner and I can't gesture effectively. But I'm back now, and that's the important thing. How many of you noticed that the Who have a new album coming out and will tour? This news, which at first glance thrilled me, began a reflection on the value of tribute bands. Now I know some of the poorly informed out there, and I doubt my readers are part of this sadly misguided group, confuse tribute bands with cover bands. Let me spell this out for you: cover bands play other bands' songs. They belong at weddings. Tribute bands recreate the music, the stage presence, the special effects, and the magic of great bands at the height of their power. They make a crucial contribution to the preservation of our classic rock heritage. There's a web site that has links to sites for all kinds of tribute bands. It's called Tribute City and it can be found here: http://www.tributecity.com/. Anyway, I was reflecting, or at least ruminating over the distinction between seeing the Who, which is, to be honest, just Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey and some hired hands, and OHM or one of the other awsome Who tribute bands that are out there recreating the experience of seeing the Who at their prime, when Roger swung the mic around like a planet in orbit around a star, and Pete was ripping chords with his patented windmills, John was playing his distinctive bass, and Keith was pounding out a controlled chaos on the drums. Isn't it better to see a simulacrum of greatness rather than a faded, sad reminder of it? And, how cool is it that OHM is WHO upside down?