Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Powered Down
why do i keep losing power just about every night? either greenpeace made a "die hard" takeover of Xcel, or someone has seriously fucked up our grid. last night marked the 4th night in a row that i woke up to my desktop being off and my microwave reading "pf." pf? what the fuck does that mean?
i don't live in california, so rolling blackouts are not an option. i think drunk people keep running into the transformer with their cars.
on a lighter note (get it, lighter?), at least the state isn't on fire. yet.
i don't live in california, so rolling blackouts are not an option. i think drunk people keep running into the transformer with their cars.
on a lighter note (get it, lighter?), at least the state isn't on fire. yet.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Rock me gently
rock me slowly. or just rock it hard.
i had no idea what to expect, really. there have been first hand accounts that he looked like an emaciated coke fiend, which directly contradicted the assertion they're the greatest rock band ever. their appearance on kimmel in may was absolute trash; the vocals were terrible, the instrumentals just a bit off, and the performance as a whole was pretty awful.
but last night, STP came roaring back to my life after a nearly 8 year absence and rocked the living fuck out of red rocks amphitheater. the night started slowly, as frank black--the former front man of the pixies--opened with nary an applause. i'd hoped that it wasn't foreshadowing of things to come. the lengthy delay between frank and STP triggered my mind immediately back to the days of never-ending stories about scott weiland's drug problem, and everyone around us was joking that scotty boy was holding up the show because he couldn't get the needle all the way in.
finally, they made it to the stage and, jesus, did that place EXPLODE. my friends and i took bets on the opening song, and only g-strang's pick made it within 3 songs of the opener. no one foresaw "big empty" as the choice du jour for the set list (for the record, i picked "vasoline." other choices were "interstate love song" and "sex type thing."). the set list ebbed and flowed magically, stringing together slower, more melodic songs, followed by a rush of 3 or 4 rockin' tunes in a row. at one point, the entire crowd of 10,000+ was singing along to "plush," so much so that weiland dropped the mic and allowed us to sing an entire chorus verse without his aid. needless to say, that was wicked awesome.
unlike their appearance on kimmel only 2 months prior, the boys were dead on for the entire set. every song, with the exception of a few vocal flourishes, sounded just as they did on cd. i wished that weiland would end his love affair with the megaphone he'd brought with him, but i can overlook that little tidbit and see the bigger picture for what it was: a rocked out show by one of my all-time favorite bands in an unbelievable atmosphere, replete with the ugliest fans i've ever seen.
"you towed the line and i know it was mine......"
i had no idea what to expect, really. there have been first hand accounts that he looked like an emaciated coke fiend, which directly contradicted the assertion they're the greatest rock band ever. their appearance on kimmel in may was absolute trash; the vocals were terrible, the instrumentals just a bit off, and the performance as a whole was pretty awful.
but last night, STP came roaring back to my life after a nearly 8 year absence and rocked the living fuck out of red rocks amphitheater. the night started slowly, as frank black--the former front man of the pixies--opened with nary an applause. i'd hoped that it wasn't foreshadowing of things to come. the lengthy delay between frank and STP triggered my mind immediately back to the days of never-ending stories about scott weiland's drug problem, and everyone around us was joking that scotty boy was holding up the show because he couldn't get the needle all the way in.
finally, they made it to the stage and, jesus, did that place EXPLODE. my friends and i took bets on the opening song, and only g-strang's pick made it within 3 songs of the opener. no one foresaw "big empty" as the choice du jour for the set list (for the record, i picked "vasoline." other choices were "interstate love song" and "sex type thing."). the set list ebbed and flowed magically, stringing together slower, more melodic songs, followed by a rush of 3 or 4 rockin' tunes in a row. at one point, the entire crowd of 10,000+ was singing along to "plush," so much so that weiland dropped the mic and allowed us to sing an entire chorus verse without his aid. needless to say, that was wicked awesome.
unlike their appearance on kimmel only 2 months prior, the boys were dead on for the entire set. every song, with the exception of a few vocal flourishes, sounded just as they did on cd. i wished that weiland would end his love affair with the megaphone he'd brought with him, but i can overlook that little tidbit and see the bigger picture for what it was: a rocked out show by one of my all-time favorite bands in an unbelievable atmosphere, replete with the ugliest fans i've ever seen.
"you towed the line and i know it was mine......"
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