Tuesday, October 13, 2009

moe.down x, 9/4/-9/6/09, turin, ny

moe.down x, 9/4/-9/6/09, turin, ny

DISCLAIMER: This review is pretty late because after starting it, priorities were quickly shifted to my sick dog who was rapidly getting worse. There were a few real scares, but Milligan has now completed her 3 stereo-tactic "Cyber Knife" radiation treatments for a brain tumor and is currently dosed-up on 'roids and doing well. She's the bestest dog ever and we are keeping our thoughts positive. I appreciate your patience, now back to your slightly belated moe.down review.

Ahh, a decade of delicious moe.downs. I won't lie, I shrieked out loud on TWO separate occasions as the bands were announced. Shriek # 1 belonged to Ominous Seapods, shriek # 2 was for Cake. Well, the Cake-shriek was more like, "AAAAHHHH HOLYFUCKINGSHITCAAAAAAKE! " YES! Umphreys McGee, Sam Bush. Oh yah, and moe.. My running crew and I got more and more excited as the summer drew to a close. 4dice, el herno, and myself would be 10/10. TEN YEARS! Jiggidy, gee- where does the time go?


FRIDAY, 9/4/09
We departed from the Red Roof Inn and quietly made our way up to Snow Ridge where there was no line. The parking lot looked considerably emptier than it has been in a long time. Snow Ridge already seemed to have a quieter vibe & laid back crowd-- this was awesome. The weekend might have peaked at 6500 people, maybe? Phish tour? Bad economy? Dead clowns getting married? I was completely okay with that. Regardless, we headed to our regular 'hood and set up shop.


The security weren't allowing any glass into the camping area and confiscated Hern's salsa & Jam. They took his JAM, maaaaan! They also made me empty my factory sealed bottle of calcium/magnesium/zinc into an unlabeled ziploc baggy. 4dice was in line in back of me and they wouldn't let him in with his ziploc baggy of zyrtec, because it was not in a factory container. Special. This is about when I decided to sell my calciums. "1 for $10, 2 for $20".




It did fill in quickly around us, but we managed to save a few spots for the folks arriving late. We had finally started to relax when a circus tent of kids went up in our backyard. NIMBY! One of them had a portable compression sprayer full of some concoction that we declined to taste*. That kid-- henceforth known as "Spagett", was already in too deep. It was important to make friends early and we tried our darndest.

Pete and Nelson showed up, finished our cul de sac, and we were ready to fucking ROCK. moe.down x, fuckers! Foregoing a nap (typically necessary on Friday after setup), I headed in to see Okemah, ft. not only Ted "Tigerbeat" Marotta and al Schnier, but also a few of the boys from freebeerandchicken- I miss those guys!!! Okemah were a nice way to start the weekend. A little bit of North Country rock. The moon rose behind them which was quite picturesque and for some reason reminded me of the Hee Haw set**.





After Okemah, I walked down to where the Beer Tent used to be, but instead found an actual 2nd stage with The New Mastersounds killin' it. I like the new 2nd stage setup. It places the band as the centerpiece of moe.ville village. So, where you used to go down in between sets and get food, you'd have to really "enter" the Beer Tent to see the band. With this 2nd stage, you can pretty much see the band from anywhere in the village. It's very cool and really features the smaller bands in a better way than in years past.

Anyways, The New Mastersounds- awesome. A 4-piece soul-funk-jazzyish band out of England. I've been hearing good buzz about them and was psyched to check them out and enjoy the hell out of them. They remind me a bit of Soulive, but a little more funkified. And then before starting a new song they spoke in their crazy English accents...
"Simon, will you show the nice people how to clap for this next song?" Oh, hell yeah. They rocked. I will definitely be checking them out in the future.



An added surprise was our neighbor, Spagett, sitting in the center of the speakers in front of the stage- back turned to the band- cigarette dangling precariously from his lips and a giant bloody gash on one of his shins. Fabulous!


DOWNLOAD THE SET: THE NEW MASTERSOUNDS, 9/4/09, moe.down x, SECOND STAGE.

Friday night at moe.down is challenging, because it sets you up for the days ahead. You've been awake since the early morning, you've set up camp in the hot direct sun, you have embarked upon a 4 day journey without a shower. So, after a while of Method Man and Redman calling us "white motherfuckers" we decided to chill out, pre-game, and rest up for moe....

Vinnie started off the Friday night set, solo and immediately we realized they were throwing back to moe.down I, where each of the boys began a set solo. In 2000 I thought Chuck's intro was my favorite- he tore shit up, but I didn't have a fave this time around. The air was cold, the Moon was full, and Jupiter was RIDICULOUS. Less stars were visible cuz of the full Moon during the weekend, but the planets were shining bright & beautiful colors. We had finally kicked off moe.down x, surrounded by friends and a ton of love-- right on. Psyched to hear Styx-> the Pit, Spine (without the tweaked intro, thank you!), Punchline (love it), Four, & Buster all w/ Kirk Juhas, moe.down I stylez. Fucking classy. Kirk rules!



moe., FRIDAY, 9/4/09
vin. solo ->
Buster >
New York City
Big World ->
Hi & Lo ->
Tubing The River Styx >
The Pit,
The Seed
Spine Of A Dog*>
Waiting For The Punchline*
FOUR* >
Buster*

ENCORE:
McBain

* w/ Kirk Juhas

DOWNLOAD FRIDAY's moe.: moe., 9/4/09, moe.down x, turin, ny

When we got back to camp, our neighbor Spagett came for a visit. He had no more compression-pump-alcohol to offer, but he did offer air squirts from the pump ("please don't do that again") and his awkward Spagett impression. I'd explain it further but it's really not that funny***. They were an odd crew, our neighbors- and we were still hell bent on keeping things friendly with them. They had a lot more energy than us.

SATURDAY, 9/5/09




I've become a big fan of Erewhon Gluten Free Crispy Brown Rice. Did you know that Kellogg's Rice Krispies contain malt? Did you know I'm allergic to malt? Now you know. Anyways, I lived on the Brown Rice cereal all weekend- that shit is gooooood! What a way to start the day! When you combine that with a stiff Java Junction coffee, the sun, and a good hair-washing under a faucet next to the RV camping- well, that's just one of my favorite mornings of the year.

Saturday's lineup was another busy one. We didn't have much down time at the Red Light District this year on account of the solid lineup throughout the weekend. Hell, I didn't even take a pic of the flag flying because I wasn't sitting around for long stretches of time. The only break I really had all day saturday was Ani DiFranco's set (oh, I can hear the angry people's eyes). I'm not a fan. The rest of the day however, was non-stop. Sam Bush, moe., Cake, moe., moe.. In between the 2nd stage was stocked with Family Groove Company, The London Souls, and The Heavy Pets. My moe.down x 2nd stage attendance definitely suffered on account of the strong main stage schedule.

Anyways, Kat and I hit up the Crepe place- the line was short and it was pretty good (don't know why I'm going to compare it to the Samosa place at Bonnaroo- but the Samosas at Bonnaroo were way fucking better than the crepes at moe.down.) but didn't really live up to the hype.



Sam Bush was a lot of fun and had a great crowd- 1pm on Saturday is a rough slot, but he had lots of people up to get down.





We headed in for the moe. afternoon set a few minutes after Mexico had started and the Kids' Tent Parade came out with sombreros and mustaches. Very funny. Soon after getting inside, I decided to wander down front, chuck.side- to my amazement, it was pretty spacious--- and Pete the Enforcer was there with Young Nelson (his first moe. show!****)! Spectacular! I ninja'd back up to the runnin' crew and convinced them to invade the front. We rocked out to an awesome set and it was just a flat out great fucking crowd. Good peeps! Highlights: Tambourine, 32 Things, Brent Black (though this crushed my dreams of a Brent Black -> Ominous Seapods band swap on Sunday).



moe., SATURDAY, 9/5/09
SET I (afternoon)
al. solo >
Mexico*
Crab Eyes
Tambourine**
32 Things**
Deep This Time ->
Brent Black

*w/ Kids Tent Parade
** w/ Sam Bush















Turin cycles through many climate zones every day. One must come prepared with each of the appropriate layerings. This year's weather was pretty perfect, but the moment the Sun went behind the mountain the temps dropped by at least 10 degrees, and once night fell it was time for a winter hat and Mammut jacket. Cold night air during Autumn in the Adirondacks smells goooood.

I was hellbent on getting close for Cake. I heart them. They put on stellar, energized shows. Lead singer John McCrea busts his ass to get crowds moving and I was looking forward to watching the interaction***** up front. The moon was FULL (and a great counter-part to their disco ball) and it was a gorgeous backdrop for their set. Their set started rather slowly, but it didn't seem like the crowd was giving them enough love at first. He worked really hard to get the crowd's attention and even started Short Skirt, Long Jacket over twice cuz he kept fucking up the opening verse. As always, the set featured some great crowd participation and sing-alongs.

Once everyone had warmed up and the energy levels rose, the glowsticks starting flying- a couple hit McCrea and his guitar. That's pretty fucked up. If he were Les Claypool he would have walked off stage. John instead asked the crowd if they had ever heard of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. The name is misleading, as it is not great at all. No, not at all. I raised my hand, so NYAH. Then he pretty much told all the hypocritical hippie assholes throwing glowsticks that while it might look pretty in the moment, glowsticks are plastic tubes of toxic chemicals which eventually end up polluting the Earth (and also hurt when you get nailed with one that's been hurled at you). The Cake road blog paints a much kinder picture when describing it, considering how right-on McCrea's little lecture was:
During our set, the crowd illuminated themselves with plastic glow sticks, which together with the sight of a full moon behind the stage and our spinning mirrored ball, made for a terrific light show.He got nailed with at least 1 more glowstick during the set... maybe two.






Saturday night moe. was just plain ol' fucking ridiculous. It's hard to ask for a better set- I'd name highlights but it was strong the entire way through- so here's the setlist as your highlight:
moe., SET II, SATURDAY NIGHT
jim solo >
Zed Naught Z {UNF} >
Skrunk >
Akimbo
Queen Of Everything
Lazarus ->
George
meat.**
Akimbo, Queen of Everything, Lazarus, meat- all songs that can make a set spectacular on their own- fused together with perfect compliments: Z0Z, Skrunk, George- what a set!!




I met up with Mark for set II and rocked it VIP stylez up on the soundboard (thanks, Mark!). I was good and resisted the urge to look at the setlist the entire time! Best sounding set of the weekend fo' sho, this was the sweet spot indeed- definitely aided by tequila from Mark's flask. Ah, now that's livin'. The only awkwardness was when Plane Crash started, but the tequila did help me deal with that and it passed quickly. Highlights: Dr. G, Okayalright, Where Does the Time Go?, Rec Chem, and the Wind It Up encore- like fluff on a fluffernutter. You can't have a fluffernutter without fluff!






SET III
rob solo >
Dr. Graffenburg
Understand >
Okayalright
Where Does The Time Go ? ->
Plane Crash
Captain America >
Recreational Chemistry^

ENCORE
Wind It Up

** w/ Sam Bush
^ w/ Suke Cerulo

DOWNLOAD SATURDAY'S moe.: moe., 9/5/09, moe.down x, turin, ny

The kids next door spent most of the night practicing their "rebel yells". Yeah. Always bring cotton balls to stick in your ears. Strong enough to drown out the rebel yells, weak enough that you'll get up if "the campground's on fire!!!"

SUNDAY, 9/6/09

It's Sunday already? Whaaa happened? No matter that- wake the fuck up cuz Ominous Seapods are getting on soon! The freaks gathered from around the yard and it was pretty awesome who we ran into on the walk in.











Ominous Seapods brought the heat, no doubt. While they played the original moe.down, it was with Todd Pasternack (and without Max Verna) in the lineup. This time they played as their original 5-man lineup, w/ Max and no Todd. This was the 2nd reunion set without Todd- Lobsterfest '08 being the first. Todd did perform w/ the full lineup (including Max) at TP's Bday Show in '08.

Some of their songs have been slowed down (due to age and pliability) but they still rocked the hill. K.I.M. was a nice opener and went into the melodic Cary Suite. John Henry's was a nice treat, as was Countin' Time. Pull From Adirondack Blue is sweet music to my ears. MMIII -> Lust for Life-> MMIII was the Seapods energy we came to love. Dana ran around pumping his fist, hamming it up, and owned the main stage.


It was nice to see them go out on the edge again- with such a short set I had wondered if they'd have time to get freaky and am certainly glad that they did. When in the North Country, do as the locals... Monopole was, as it always is- comforting and sentimental. I could have listened to another set, but I'm pretty sure they didn't rehearse enough for that. The hill was full of smiling mutants showing their love and support. I miss the Seapods. A whole damn lot.







OMINOUS SEAPODS, 9/6/09, moe.down x
Keep In Mind ->
Cary Suite
Final Destination
Waiting 4 Da Bomb
John Henry's Hammer
Countin' Time ->
Pull From Adirondack Blue,
Michael Murphy (part 3) ->
Lust for Life ->
Michael Murphy (part 3)
Leaving the Monopole

DOWNLOAD THE SET: OMINOUS SEAPODS, 9/6/09, moe.down x

There was barely any chance to rest on Sunday, but between OSP and Matthew Sweet we managed to fit in a 3-D sammich, some GF rice crispie treats, and a game of washers.





I made the tough haul back in for Matthew Sweet because he is fucking awesome. What a random, yet totally perfect choice for moe.down. The turnout for his set wasn't so great and I think the strong Sunday lineup had a lot to do with it (you've really got to pace yourself at these things), but the crowd that did gather enjoyed it immensely. His set included a brilliant rendition of Mott the Hoople's All the Young Dudes. Life without a little surprise Mott the Hoople every now and then is bland!******* . Sweet also had a sparkly pink guitar that reminded me of Chuck's. His band included a low-slung Gibson rhythm guitarist who ruled oldskool and a drummer with the most impressive mutton chops I've seen in at least a full yesteryear.






Umphrey's McGee were up next and I had to run back to camp and do a quick wardrobe change cuz the temperatures were dropping quickly. Against doctors (and our) orders, Hern joined Pete the Enforcer and Young Nelson up the ski lift leaving them to hike down the mountain, which was slightly more challenging for Hern who was in an "soft" orthopedic boot for a broken foot. Mrs. Hannon if you're reading this- first of all- did you notice I quoted you at the top of my blog? And secondly, we TRIED to stop him but he stayed behind and snuck up after we walked to the stage. Halfway through the set, I got this:


Mrs. Hannon, he crAAAzy and stuff.


Umphrey's set was solid and they rocked out a long time. Details are hazy, but I do recall having a blast on the hill for the duration. Umphrey's play guitar-driven jamband rock brought to you by moe., God Street Wine, and Steve Vai. The kids love 'em!

DOWNLOAD THE SET: UMPHREY'S MCGEE, 9/6/09, moe.down x








In between Umphrey's and moe., we went back to camp to sit for a while. One of the tamer neighbor kids was walking through and said she was so tired from the Umphrey's set that she might not even make it over for moe.-- so, I gave her a pep talk. "You're almost there--- I don't run but I imagine this is just like a marathon and you're hitting your wall- KEEP GOING!!! You need 3 Advil and then you march right back to that hill, girl! YOU CAN DO IT! You will conquer this weekend!" ROAAR!

Chuck rules. Chuck is Satan. We actually walked in while Chuck was opening his set and then went into the wonderful cowboy ballad, Shoot First. I heart Chuck. Then we got an awesome Bearsong, which always gets the blood pumpin'! What was superawesome and superevil was Bullet-> Hector's Pillow-> Ricky Marten -> Second Cousins -> Runaway Overlude. Strong stuff!




During the moe.down mayoral election we booed an 8 year old and pretty much everyone else. Eventually the crowd settled for the joint tickets of BUTT SCRATCHAAA and a really wide sideways mouth with a goatee. When combined they made for the strongest candidate. Ladies and Gentlemen, your Mayor of moe.ville, Vag Scratchaa! I was impressed with how quickly we got this over with this year, thank you for that- everyone!



At some point during the start of the second set, Fordice attempted to summon el herno from the darkness by illuminating a beer floating 3 feet above everyone's heads in the crowd. It worked! Duh. Holy crap it's the last set of the weekend! And what a set it was- Timmy, SOMP, Sensory Deprivation Bank, Happy Hour Hero, a killer St. Augustine, The Road, and always a great encore in Rebubula. I was a little disappointed there were no Seapod cameos, but somewhere in there they teased Ominous Seapods' Michael Murphy III- it warmed many a mutant heart in the crowd, I'll tell you whut.








SUNDAY, 9/6/09
SET I
Chuck solo * >
Shoot First ->
Bearsong
Borderline^
Bullet >
Hector's Pillow >
Ricky Marten >
Second Cousins >
Runaway Overlude
She #

SET II
Mayor of moe.ville
Timmy Tucker
Seat of My Pants>
Sensory Deprivation Bank ** >
Happy Hour Hero**
Not Coming Down **>
Wormwood ** ->
St. Augustine **
The Road **

ENCORE:
Rebubula **

* Chuck solo
^ new Rob song
# w/ Jake, Brendan and Andy of Umphrey's McGee
** w/ Nate Wilson

DOWNLOAD SUNDAY'S moe.: moe., 9/6/09, moe.down x, turin, ny

It took til the end, but the fireworks eventually melted all of our faces. Once back at camp we blew through some late night snacks, Bach gave us some lovely background music to compliment the mortars being asploded in the RV lot, Nelson danced with fire, and then we passed the fuck out. Oh, but not before both Heidi and c4d were deafened by a cherry bomb going off in a port-a-potty adjacent to their own. That must have been awesome.






MONDAY, 9/7/09

Seriously? Monday already? I hit up Java Junction nice and early to get me the boost I needed to breakdown and haul out. The power tripping security guards wouldn't let us drive our cars onto the field to load out, those motherfuckers! We've done it for 9 fucking years!!!! GRR! Big fat fucking WHUTEVA, cuz we blew outta there and hit the first rest stop on the Thruway for toilets, warm water, and coffee. Traffic could have been better, but it's an easy trip home when you're still riding a festival buzz.

This is an open letter to moe. now:
Dear moe.,
Boys, I know we occasionally heckle and/or scream at you, but we mostly never throw things at you... mostly. But it's all in twisted jest, because you see- we love you, we just have a hard time expressing our true squishy feelings.
Love,
your faithful servants in the red light district








The weekend went by sooo quickly, it seemed unreal. Was this because of the stellar lineup? The wonderful weather? Or did some crazy physicist actually speed up time? Methinks yes. But it flew too quickly. One thing fo' sho' was that we all felt the love <--- I MEAN THAT! moe.down x, 2009-- appropriately enough: 10 HUZZAHS! Bring on m.d xi, betches!



special thanks to Rob Clarke & Scott Bernstein- most/all of these links are their recordings.

non-moe. DOWNLOADS
THE NEW MASTERSOUNDS, 9/4/09, moe.down x, SECOND STAGE.
OMINOUS SEAPODS, 9/6/09, moe.down x
UMPHREY'S MCGEE, 9/6/09, moe.down x

moe. DOWNLOADS
FRIDAY: moe., 9/4/09, moe.down x, turin, ny
SATURDAY: moe., 9/5/09, moe.down x, turin, ny
SUNDAY: moe., 9/6/09, moe.down x, turin, ny

SLIDESHOW & HI-RES DL's!




* A smart move.
** Maybe less corn.
*** Spagett comes from the Tim & Eric Awesome Show Good Job which I have little-to-no tolerance for. Go watch some clips on [adult swim] if you're desperate to know, but don't say I didn't warn you-- it's probably not worth the curiosity.
**** He had missed the previous night's.
***** In a less traumatic manner than the Flaming Lips. *shudder*
****** A coffee mug told me so.

Friday, September 11, 2009

phish, 8/16/09, spac, ny

phish, 8/16/09, spac, saratoga springs, ny

Finally getting this review out of the way so I can get to the real meat that was moe.down x. Phish closed off their Summer 2009 Tour with a date at the lovely and woodiferous Saratoga Performing Arts Center (SPAC) in upstate New York. Two days earlier I had seen them in Hartford for what was arguably the best show since returning from their 5 year hiatus and didn't know what to expect from SPAC.

Matty and Anthony could have been men and made the trek, but they were pussies and stayed home. Melissa and I carpooled up and hit a freak thunderstorm between Albany and Saratoga before getting stuck in some familiar traffic on the way into the venue.





He needs a miracle, ladies.


We were filed in, but apparently all the lots were full, so they ended up parking us on the side of one of the roads near the golf course* ("where?" ... Exactly.). Our friends were conveniently located in no more than 4 separate lots on the SPAC grounds. Complicating the matters and only adding to the clusterfuckery, was the fact that we didn't have a map.


Eventually my brother and Marty found us- by then we had already applied bug spray and downed a few drinks**. At the exact second we were packing our stuff up to head in to the show, the skies opened up and the shitstorm began. Lightning specked sheets of rain. We tracked the storm on Marty's iphone and waited it out in the car. People walking by looked like they had been thrown in a pool. They were eyeing our dry digs. We locked the doors.






Once it let up we headed inside to the tune of Llama (taboot, taboot) and made a beeline to the bathroom where I saw possibly the most disturbing thing I had seen all tour. This kid, maybe 2-3 years old is crying and her mother (or the Gypsy stranger who stole her) is trying to settle her down by putting a stranger's already-started-lollipop in her mouth. The kid wants nothing to do with it*** and is like, "quit this fuckery, bitch". I took a factory sealed lollipop out of my bag and handed it to her- "Here's a clean, NEW, organic sour apple lollipop. Give THIS ONE to her... please". That kid is doomed.

Anyways, the show. Upset that I missed Llama, but elated I wasn't drenched. Melissa and I made our way into the pavillion and ended up finding a random aisle to stand in, because no one ever sits in their real seats. This was my first time under the pavillion at SPAC. I've only ever been on the giant lawn which they oversell by like 10k. This and the shitty cell reception combine to make SPAC shows real challenges if you don't meet your friends before you head in. It's nearly impossible to find everyone.

Set I Highlights: Cars Trucks Buses, Chalkdust, Cavern, Antelope, all were great.






the spac lawn is a notorious clusterf#%k

For Set II we stubbed Dave inside and enjoyed. I got my Halley's Comet!!! Yay! But they didn't finish it!!! BOOOOOOO!!!!!!! And then a motherf#%king HARPUA!!!! The second Trey started talking it was complete silence- he had everyone's attention and continued the ever-evolving story of little Jimmy and his cat, Poster Nutbags.


This led into Fishman on vocals for a cover of Katy Perry's, "I Kissed a Girl".





It's not that I don't like YEM- cuz, I do. I'm a huge fan, actually. Why must I hear it at every show? Especially when I've yet to hear a Reba or Maze! WTF?



Grind and I Been Around were cute and Highway to Hell was fun--- I was super-psyched not to hear Rock n Roll.

Their tour legs are back. They felt more familiar the last two shows. It's the Phish from '94 starting to shine through again. They are having fun onstage and with each other again. The setlists are starting to get more diverse. It's all moving in a good direction and I'm quite excited for the Fall/Winter Tour. This show was great, but Hartford was the real winner for me. Phish, 8/16/09, SPAC: 8.5 HUZZAHS!!! What's next, boys?

SET ONE
Llama
The Moma Dance
Guyute
Anything But Me
Cars Trucks Buses
Chalk Dust Torture
Golgi Apparatus
David Bowie
Cavern
Possum
Ocelot
Run Like An Antelope

SET TWO
Backwards Down the Number Line >
Twenty Years Later
Halley's Comet >
Rock & Roll
Harpua >
I Kissed A Girl >
Hold Your Head Up >
Harpua
You Enjoy Myself

ENCORE
Grind
Been Around
Highway To Hell

Show Notes:
Debut of I Been Around and I Kissed A Girl (Katy Perry cover)

SLIDESHOW!!! and HI-RES DL GALLERY!





* we actually lucked out cuz we left w/ no traffic after the show.
** careful not to confuse the two.
*** the kid clearly didn't want a dose and/or herpes

Monday, August 31, 2009

How To: Spot Crazy People, pt. 1

Occasionally I think it's gotten tougher and tougher over the years to spot racist, anti-semitic, #ssholes and c#nts- mostly because they don't wear their white hoods out in public anymore (at least most of the ones in NY don't) so they blend in better with the gen-pop.

However, today on my way to the doc, I was able to spot and identify at least TWO racist, anti-semitic, crazy people, in of all places, suburban New York! A rare spotting indeed! Just my luck, one was an #sshole and the other a total c#nt. The signs, the pamphlets, the acid washed pants- all signs point to YES. And me with my camera on hand! I was so ecstatic of my find, that I just had to pull over and take pictures!



Monochromatic madness! The Klan would be proud!

Female specimen (aka the C#nt): You'll notice the wide-brimmed hat, as to block her face and shield her from the public humiliation she would surely receive if educated members of society were to identify her & her cause- the disturbing LaRouche PAC, who's campaigns not only include awareness of "Obama's Nazi Health Plan" but also the accurately titled campaign against "Green Fascism". Please note, her 1 colored ensemble- all pink (oh, the irony).

Male Specimen (aka the #sshole): Uses baseball cap to hide his face, also wears 1 color ensemble (acid washed blue), and bright white New Balances- to run away from the truth more quickly.

Both spreading their poison drivel like herpes in a fire house... with an oaktag picture of the President of the United States w/ a Hitler mustache. Clever.

Yes, much like the scientists who recently spotted the legendary Ivory-Billed Woodpecker of the Everglades, I felt my discovery of the racist, anti-semitic, brainwashed, psychotics of West Nyack, NY had to be recorded & reported on the interwebs-- for the good of the country, for the good of society, and for the future of this Earth. Only a deep-rooted ignorance and fear could result in such pathetic lies. If their only alternative to affordable health care is to blast themselves into outer space*, I would like to bathe them in the strongest of encouragement.


* Or is that sign about ascension? Their garbled messages confuse me.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

phish, 8/14/09, hartford, ct

phish, 8/14/09, meadows music theater (aka comcast theater*), hartford, ct

Originally, I had said, "Fuck Hartford" because Phish had gotten enough of my money this summer. Friends had offered me extras numerous times and I turned them down, until the last straw- Mattypie twisted my arm around with a free ticket and a seat in the carpool. "If I must." Matty, Chris, Anthony, & I met up in Portchester and hit the muthafuckin' road.



I'd always heard good things about the Meadows, so I was really surprised to find out the place is kind of a hole. I thought there'd be more... well... meadows. It's a freestanding ampitheater amongst the vacant lots and car dealers off Interstate 91 in Hartford. And there were mosquitos. Mosquitos are fucking lame. We were directed to the waaaay back of one of the free lots, where we were literally the car parked closest to the overpass you have to walk on to get over to the venue (and main lot). It filled in rather quickly and we were able to meet up with Eric, Dano, Disco Tony, Wendy, Chris, and Mintz even showed up for a hot minute! The hippies were coming out of hiding for this one!







Oh, man- and it was hot as balls, taboot, taboot.

Eventually we braved the clusterfuck of people being bottlenecked and filed into the teeny-tiny entrance of the venue**.



They had a vodka bar which made me happy, but I was already fighting a migraine and that made me sad (before my migraine pill kicked in, Kuroda's strobe lights would prove to be pretty painful) . We lost 1/2 our crew around this point and settled into a spot on the lawn (once Chris had fallen down in it). Phish soon took the stage.

SET ONE started out strong and didn't quit. PYITE, AC/DC, NICU, Col. Forbin's--- WHAT??? -> Mockingbird. Sweet slurried Cheesus, this was insanity. It settled down for a few but then right back into it with Stash (we snapped our fingers and felt the presence of our dear Johnny Fish) and an I Didn't Know (with Fishman on a kickass vacuum solo) which screamed of days past. Great energy, a lot of fun. Lots of smiles in the crowd and on our faces.



During setbreak we snuck into the pavillion and found some empty seats to rock out in for SET TWO, cuz we're still wild and reckless- you hear me?!! We don't play by your rules!



DWD is always great set opener, Wilson -> Slave -> Piper was freakin' awesome. Water In the Sky just felt like we were listening to Trey wank for 10 minutes. Could've done without it. Psycho Killer was freakin' awesome and had spectacular, blaring, crowd participation. You could actually hear the band giggling at the volume of it. -> Catapult, featured Trey doing some sort of hysterical tweaker noodle dance. -> Icculus!! Seriously??? It's been so long I didn't even recognize it at first. The crowd was in shock, people were absolutely losing it! Trey went on a rant about kids and their iphones and their dvd thingies. He pleaded with those people to read a fucking book! But not just any book- no, he was in fact talking about the Helping Phriendly Book, written by the one and only Icculus. READ THE BOOK. -> YEM. K, well, I heart YEM and all, am still enjoying seeing it, but they seem to play it at every show I'm at this summer. What gives? Gimme a Reba or Maze. Gimme gimme gimme! TAKE TAKE TAKE.






While My Guitar Gently Weeps was an awesome encore. It was a happy change since I've also seemed to hit every Rock n' Roll and A Day In the Life*** this summer.

Before we had even crossed the overpass going back to our lot, you could hear the ssssssssssss's of a hippie crack tank. Or 3. THREE. At least 1 was selling balloons out of a hot dog cart that actually still smelled like hot dog water. The nitrous monkeys were EVERYWHERE. They were on the hill, they were across the street, they were in the trees! Sssssssssssssss! Police were directing traffic 1/2 a block away and a few even drove right by- all blatently ignoring the nitrous spectacle. Okay, Hartford. You fill me with confidence.







After a drive-by ninja-like cookie drop-off in the Mercedes Benz parking lot, we waited til the line out of our lot subsided**** and blasted some metal with the windows down as we drove out. Eric Cartman was right, it definitely helped scatter the hippies. We left Hartford with thoughts of bacon, egg, & cheese on a biscuit (or at least I did). Unfortunately the billboard for Cracker Barrel indicated it was 28 miles off the exit. Why do you tease us like that, Cracker Barrel? 28 miles doesn't help us any. That's pretty shitty of you. Fuck you, Cracker Barrel. We made sweet time back to Portchester and I was home by 4am. Not bad at all.




Boy, am I glad I went to Hartford! This was by far the best show I've seen all tour. The setlist was great. Phish were energized and seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. It was a throwback to the '94 era. Trey's multiple noodle dances said it all. I am very happy he is still alive and off the junk. Tons of thanks to Matty for not only the extra (and badgering me to go), but also for driving both ways. You rule #1. Next time bring some of your famous jerked meat! Phish, 8/14/09, Hartford, CT: 9 HUZZAHS! Fucking awesome! Now that's what I've been waiting for since the tour was announced-- that's what I'm talkin' about!

SETLIST

SET ONE
Punch You in the Eye
AC/DC Bag
NICU
Colonel Forbin's Ascent >
Fly Famous Mockingbird
Birds Of A Feather
Lawn Boy
Stash
I Didn't Know
Middle Of The Road
Character Zero

SET TWO
Down With Disease >
Wilson >
Slave To The Traffic Light
Piper >
Water In The Sky
Ghost >
Psycho Killer >
Catapult >
Icculus >
You Enjoy Myself

ENCORE
While My Guitar Gently Weeps

SLIDESHOW and HI REZ GALLERY.



*that's a dumb fucking name
** Michael Weiss compared it to the scene in WIlly Wonka when they try to fit everyone in the group through a really small door. Quite. I never found Weiss during the show. Sad.
*** And God Street Wine's A Day In the Life is still far superior.
**** And at the exact moment someone at the car next to us pulled out a hand drum.