I know this has been posted before, but there’s got to be people here who haven’t seen this. Its a review of 7.9.03 set 2. Funny, Funny stuff.
we had good seats. 103 lever, page side
The boys opened up with a succint Boogie On wherein Trey sprang up five
minutes into the tune and went up to every member of the band and said
something with great exuberance which made each of them give him a look of,
“Fuck yeah, let’s crank it up, you red-headed fuck face!”
They immediately shut off Boogie On and segued into an upbeat and raging
AC/DC Bag replete with maniacal strobe lighting by The Master of the Dark
Skies, Mr. Chris Kuroda. The ship hovered nicely into Piper wherein we all
awoke last night to the sound of the storm. They jammed out the signature
chord progression and into an ambient free form jam featuring teases of 7
below (which was played the next evening 2nd set). But where, oh where did
this take us? Just why in the Larry Hell or Sam Hell are we here? Why do I
want to dip my nards in grape Fun Dip and lick my balls until they scab
over???
TWIST!!! No fucking way, no fucking way!!! 'Whoooo! Wouldn’t twist
around’…oh fuck yea, it would twist around like a titty twisting Conway
Twitty tangled up in a game of Twister with the Olsen Twins. Oh, God, I want
to bang the Olsen twins, long and hard…
After the chorus and the jam began, it was wholly agreed we were seeing
unparalleled musicianship. They were up there smiling and whacking it, long
and hard…
Then Gordo took over with the sweet thumps of Mike’s Song which took it to
the otha level. I say this for two reasons: (1) get the show and tell me
otherwise and (2) the stage crew whipped out the smoke machines and left them
on, thusly blowing mad smoke for at least five minutes. They never fucking
whip out the smoke!! Special O-MotherFucking-Ccasions only, you silly
bitches!!! (Although, I do believe there was a brief smoke the next night in
the 2nd set which leads me to believe they may be whipping it out more often
this tour. But fuck, THE SMOKE, MAN, THE FUCKING SMOKE! I kept telling my
buddy Mikey that, THE SMOKE, MAN, THE FUCKING SMOKE
