So...
I'm in Nashville now. It's an interesting town. I'd tier it below the Boston, Philly, Chicago, DC, San Fran tier (which of course is below the NYC, LA tier).
It's so good to see my brother. It's been WAY too long. I really hope our lives bring us closer together geographically, sooner rather than later.
As for Friday night: Chicks are flakes. If you got a voicemail from me or any of my friends, I might be sorry. Depending on what was said. I know what I said, but I don't know what everyone else did--so know that no one meant any harm.
As for Saturday: Waking up is hard to do.
As for Summer Sanitarium 2003: I'm just about done with concert-going now. I've seen nearly everyone I want to. Bands still left to see: the Chilipeppers, Tool, the Used, Bink-182, the Ataris, maybe a Warped Tour, Coldplay....but none of these have the urgency of "I've gotta see them," except maybe the Used--but I haven't decided if that's a passing phase yet. I'd definitely see Linkin Park again.
So about the actual show, we missed Mudvayne. Thank God.
We caught some of the Deftones. They were very mediocre.
Linkin Park, who REALLY should have swapped with Limp Bizkit in the line-up, blew it up. They performed an awesome cross-section of their music. And they're AMAZING performers. Chester and his voice are obscene. No one deserves to be that good. I realized that the guitarist and bassist are unnecessary and they can get someone far better than Mike Shinoda to rap, but they all get along so well that there is no reason for a shake-up. They performed Numb, which blew me away live. They mixed up some stuff Reanimation style. Chester has assumed the bad cop role in the group, while Mike still takes the good cop role. Chester had the amazing line "There are few things in this world that can compete with titties." He also bitched out a section of the crowd that booed at the mention of the Deftones. I give him mad respect for that--especially because they weren't the headliner. If you ever get the chance to see these guys in a large or small venue, do it.
Limp Bizkit sucked. They don't have an image. Their set looked like a WinAmp skin. It's Durst, DJ Lethal, the old drummer (I think), and some bassist that looks like a roadie, and a guitarist that is a) too good for them and b) looks like he came out of the Strokes. Durst is a crappy MC. He has no talent. He spazzes out on stage, he has not developed the Limp Bizkit sound in an area where he was a pioneer. He used the name Metallica and the USA to get about 15 cheap rounds of applause. He invited people on stage just to diss them. He insulted Metallica by singing Sanitarium. He pulled the cheap stunt of going to the area in the back to sing a song. Basically, he used every showman's ploy, because he couldn't do it on the stage. If they hadn't played Break Stuff, I would have hurt someone, because that was their only redeeming factor.
An aside. I don't know if I've ever seen so many HOT women in one place. And there must have been more bare breasts than men. There was also this chick with a HOT tattoo. I'm not a fan of tattoos, but this one was hot. And some chick grabbed my crotch. I gave her a look and then she apologized for grabbing my "stuff." It was interesting.
So Metallica hits the stage. DAY-UM. Their set was all old stuff. We're talking Master of Puppets, Battery, One, Seek and Destroy, No Remorse, Sad But True, Blackened, Harvester of Sorrow, Welcome Home, For Whom the Bells Toll, etc. Hettfield's comment for Seek and Destroy was "That was from Kill 'Em All" (applause) "Oh, someone bought that album?" They played Master of Puppets, Fuel, and Nothing Else Matters and Enter Sandman on the encores. You watch Lars back there on the drums and he's a demon behind hcage of drummers--and quite a show-man. Their new bassist is the troll from under the bridge in the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Kirk is clearly homosexual and very stuck in the 80's. He looks like a dirty elf. And James is out of a 19th Century Saloon. But the hair's coming back, the music is getting better, and all the talent is still there. Nothing Else Matters was amazing (Kirk opened it by picking the intro with one of Lars' drumsticks), Sandman had the energy, luckily they only played Frantic and St. Anger from their new album.
Something that struck me was when Hettfield referred to it as a "day of metal." It's amazing to think how much that term, "metal," has changed in the past 20 years. From hair bands, to raging solos, to satanic verses, to bar shows, to studio phenoms, to rap/rock, to DJs, to 7-string guitars and 5-string basses, to manic screaming, to deadly stage antics, to religious followings, to lighters, to groupies, to the mainstream...I don't know, the term "metal" seems so antiquated and music just hasn't crystallized under an easy label recently because so many bands are searching for their own new sound now.
It was an exhausting orgy of music, from which I got home at 2:30, so I could pack and leave my house for my 6:25 AM flight.
All of my meals were at the stadium or Scobee. Fantastic.
I'm in Nashville now. It's an interesting town. I'd tier it below the Boston, Philly, Chicago, DC, San Fran tier (which of course is below the NYC, LA tier).
It's so good to see my brother. It's been WAY too long. I really hope our lives bring us closer together geographically, sooner rather than later.
As for Friday night: Chicks are flakes. If you got a voicemail from me or any of my friends, I might be sorry. Depending on what was said. I know what I said, but I don't know what everyone else did--so know that no one meant any harm.
As for Saturday: Waking up is hard to do.
As for Summer Sanitarium 2003: I'm just about done with concert-going now. I've seen nearly everyone I want to. Bands still left to see: the Chilipeppers, Tool, the Used, Bink-182, the Ataris, maybe a Warped Tour, Coldplay....but none of these have the urgency of "I've gotta see them," except maybe the Used--but I haven't decided if that's a passing phase yet. I'd definitely see Linkin Park again.
So about the actual show, we missed Mudvayne. Thank God.
We caught some of the Deftones. They were very mediocre.
Linkin Park, who REALLY should have swapped with Limp Bizkit in the line-up, blew it up. They performed an awesome cross-section of their music. And they're AMAZING performers. Chester and his voice are obscene. No one deserves to be that good. I realized that the guitarist and bassist are unnecessary and they can get someone far better than Mike Shinoda to rap, but they all get along so well that there is no reason for a shake-up. They performed Numb, which blew me away live. They mixed up some stuff Reanimation style. Chester has assumed the bad cop role in the group, while Mike still takes the good cop role. Chester had the amazing line "There are few things in this world that can compete with titties." He also bitched out a section of the crowd that booed at the mention of the Deftones. I give him mad respect for that--especially because they weren't the headliner. If you ever get the chance to see these guys in a large or small venue, do it.
Limp Bizkit sucked. They don't have an image. Their set looked like a WinAmp skin. It's Durst, DJ Lethal, the old drummer (I think), and some bassist that looks like a roadie, and a guitarist that is a) too good for them and b) looks like he came out of the Strokes. Durst is a crappy MC. He has no talent. He spazzes out on stage, he has not developed the Limp Bizkit sound in an area where he was a pioneer. He used the name Metallica and the USA to get about 15 cheap rounds of applause. He invited people on stage just to diss them. He insulted Metallica by singing Sanitarium. He pulled the cheap stunt of going to the area in the back to sing a song. Basically, he used every showman's ploy, because he couldn't do it on the stage. If they hadn't played Break Stuff, I would have hurt someone, because that was their only redeeming factor.
An aside. I don't know if I've ever seen so many HOT women in one place. And there must have been more bare breasts than men. There was also this chick with a HOT tattoo. I'm not a fan of tattoos, but this one was hot. And some chick grabbed my crotch. I gave her a look and then she apologized for grabbing my "stuff." It was interesting.
So Metallica hits the stage. DAY-UM. Their set was all old stuff. We're talking Master of Puppets, Battery, One, Seek and Destroy, No Remorse, Sad But True, Blackened, Harvester of Sorrow, Welcome Home, For Whom the Bells Toll, etc. Hettfield's comment for Seek and Destroy was "That was from Kill 'Em All" (applause) "Oh, someone bought that album?" They played Master of Puppets, Fuel, and Nothing Else Matters and Enter Sandman on the encores. You watch Lars back there on the drums and he's a demon behind hcage of drummers--and quite a show-man. Their new bassist is the troll from under the bridge in the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Kirk is clearly homosexual and very stuck in the 80's. He looks like a dirty elf. And James is out of a 19th Century Saloon. But the hair's coming back, the music is getting better, and all the talent is still there. Nothing Else Matters was amazing (Kirk opened it by picking the intro with one of Lars' drumsticks), Sandman had the energy, luckily they only played Frantic and St. Anger from their new album.
Something that struck me was when Hettfield referred to it as a "day of metal." It's amazing to think how much that term, "metal," has changed in the past 20 years. From hair bands, to raging solos, to satanic verses, to bar shows, to studio phenoms, to rap/rock, to DJs, to 7-string guitars and 5-string basses, to manic screaming, to deadly stage antics, to religious followings, to lighters, to groupies, to the mainstream...I don't know, the term "metal" seems so antiquated and music just hasn't crystallized under an easy label recently because so many bands are searching for their own new sound now.
It was an exhausting orgy of music, from which I got home at 2:30, so I could pack and leave my house for my 6:25 AM flight.
All of my meals were at the stadium or Scobee. Fantastic.
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