Post by MercurySolo on Apr 6, 2004 15:19:33 GMT -5
Sunday night's concert kicked ass. Me, my girlfriend and my friend walk into the Memorial Auditorium in Sacramento slightly ripped, and as we walk in, I hear "...caveat emptor to all that enter here..." We enter floor level, looking for a spot, and when we stop, I look up and we're 30 feet from The Mars Volta. Fucking wild, Cedric was going off the whole night, breakdancing, strutting, and even at one point jumped on a front-of-stage security guy's back, rode for a while, jumped back on stage, ripped part of the skirt off the stage and used it as a cape/dancing prop, threw it into the audience, and the people fought for it until venue security grabbed it back. Funny as fucking hell.
The band... FUCK!!!! Awesome shit, Omar was into it, making some fucking tripped out noises with his Danelectro (or similar styled guitar), including the infamous bell-toned noises. Ikey was playing the keys like Ray Manzarek with more soul, which was appropriate since Cedric seemed like a reincarnation of Jim Morrison that night (and while stoned and 30 feet away, Omar kinda looks like Zach de la Rocha when he doesn't wear his glasses [yes, it was good shit]). At one point, Cedric was talking about pulling a girl in the audience onstage with him. "I don't know if they'd allow that," he said, "but this is rock and roll, isn't it supposed to be about a little fucking rebellion?" Preach on, new Lizard King.
Cedric was really fucking into it, too, by the time we decided to get seats on the upper deck, the crowd started some moshing in areas, and Cedric didn't notice for a while. Then he jumped back off-stage and whispered something to one of the front-of-stage BlueCoats, who shined a flashlight into the crowd and that was the end of the moshing. The crowd was fucking nuts though, from the upperdeck, it looked like a scene from the end of (I know, again) Oliver Stone's The Doors, I was waiting for bonfires and Native Americans. When they ended, a contigent of fans kept chanting "encore, encore," for about a minute, but the Maynard-ites wouldn't have it. (As for a setlist, I walked in at the beginning of Roulette Dares and they played Cicatriz ESP).
A Perfect Circle was great, too. I didn't know quite what to expect, since I own both their albums and like them well-enough, but sometimes they get too drone-y for my tastes. This wasn't the case live, they fucking rocked. James Iha and BillyCorgan Howerdel are two of the best guitarists out there, Billy just fucking rocks on his leads, and James still knows how to fill in the holes with better-than-quality guitar work, even playing keyboard on a couple of songs. Geordi White (Twiggy to the heathens) was nuts on the bass, him and James had some fucking chemistry the whole night, I can only imagine the pranks they play on roadies on the tour bus.
Maynard, well, let's just say that after hearing Lateralus and the two APC albums (and Passenger on Deftones' "White Pony"), I liked his voice, but it didn't move me. Things are different now, Maynard fucking rocks. They opened with Maynard behind a screen with lights shining behind him causing shadow effects while he beat the congos like Ali beat Foreman. They played a great mix of songs, and they sound better live than on the album. They fucking came alive that night. Geordi kept stepping up to the mic and saying in a monotonous voice "Good Morning. How are you?" I didn't know what the fuck he was on, and wasn't quite sure if I wanted some anyway. It made sense 5 times later when he said "Good Morning. How are you? Who is your daddy, and what does he do?" (if you don't know what this is from, visit www.ebaumsworld.com/arnolds1.html )
Maynard fucking ripped on Schwarzenegger, asking "How many of you drunkmotherfuckers out there voted for Arnold Scwarzenegger?" Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! "Well, that drunkmotherfucker behind the drum set voted for Arnie!" We got some profound stumping from Maynard as well, in the "if you have the right to vote and you don't vote, then shut the fuck up and don't complain" variety. They played a good mix of stuff from Mer de Noms and Thirteenth Step, so I was quite satiated by the time I had to jet early to catch class the next day. Motherprussia, you're in for a hell of a show, or two.
Moral of the story: NippleShitFuck.
The band... FUCK!!!! Awesome shit, Omar was into it, making some fucking tripped out noises with his Danelectro (or similar styled guitar), including the infamous bell-toned noises. Ikey was playing the keys like Ray Manzarek with more soul, which was appropriate since Cedric seemed like a reincarnation of Jim Morrison that night (and while stoned and 30 feet away, Omar kinda looks like Zach de la Rocha when he doesn't wear his glasses [yes, it was good shit]). At one point, Cedric was talking about pulling a girl in the audience onstage with him. "I don't know if they'd allow that," he said, "but this is rock and roll, isn't it supposed to be about a little fucking rebellion?" Preach on, new Lizard King.
Cedric was really fucking into it, too, by the time we decided to get seats on the upper deck, the crowd started some moshing in areas, and Cedric didn't notice for a while. Then he jumped back off-stage and whispered something to one of the front-of-stage BlueCoats, who shined a flashlight into the crowd and that was the end of the moshing. The crowd was fucking nuts though, from the upperdeck, it looked like a scene from the end of (I know, again) Oliver Stone's The Doors, I was waiting for bonfires and Native Americans. When they ended, a contigent of fans kept chanting "encore, encore," for about a minute, but the Maynard-ites wouldn't have it. (As for a setlist, I walked in at the beginning of Roulette Dares and they played Cicatriz ESP).
A Perfect Circle was great, too. I didn't know quite what to expect, since I own both their albums and like them well-enough, but sometimes they get too drone-y for my tastes. This wasn't the case live, they fucking rocked. James Iha and Billy
Maynard, well, let's just say that after hearing Lateralus and the two APC albums (and Passenger on Deftones' "White Pony"), I liked his voice, but it didn't move me. Things are different now, Maynard fucking rocks. They opened with Maynard behind a screen with lights shining behind him causing shadow effects while he beat the congos like Ali beat Foreman. They played a great mix of songs, and they sound better live than on the album. They fucking came alive that night. Geordi kept stepping up to the mic and saying in a monotonous voice "Good Morning. How are you?" I didn't know what the fuck he was on, and wasn't quite sure if I wanted some anyway. It made sense 5 times later when he said "Good Morning. How are you? Who is your daddy, and what does he do?" (if you don't know what this is from, visit www.ebaumsworld.com/arnolds1.html )
Maynard fucking ripped on Schwarzenegger, asking "How many of you drunkmotherfuckers out there voted for Arnold Scwarzenegger?" Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! "Well, that drunkmotherfucker behind the drum set voted for Arnie!" We got some profound stumping from Maynard as well, in the "if you have the right to vote and you don't vote, then shut the fuck up and don't complain" variety. They played a good mix of stuff from Mer de Noms and Thirteenth Step, so I was quite satiated by the time I had to jet early to catch class the next day. Motherprussia, you're in for a hell of a show, or two.
Moral of the story: NippleShitFuck.
