SET I A of D> Wondering> Blackout Blues, Rebirtha> Somtimes, Down, Fishwater> Walk On, Radio Child.
SET II Papa Legba, You Got Yours, Thought Sausage, Low Rider> Hatfield> JB Rap> Henry Parson's Died> Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun Jam> Drums and Bass> Drums> Vacation> Help Me Somebody, Travelin' Light.
Flat Foot Flewzy
Let me begin by saying that the sound was horrible. Muddy and Booming.
There were times that it cleared up, or got better, but for the most
part, this venue is a blackhole for sound waves.
Second, The venue was great in every other way. Not crowded, no hassles
by security. Wonderful view of the ocean rolling in.
Third, if I could have heard the show properly, it could have been one of
the best shows I have ever been to.
Highlights included, the fantastic hotel room Lisa picked out with a
bugged out view of the venue and the Atlantic Ocean, which was a nice touch.
As for the show, it was solid for what I could hear of it. Good song
selection, with a few that I haven't heard in a while. The weather was
crisp, but not freezing. This venue has very ornate and scary
architecture that draws your gaze upward. It has that abandoned
amusement park/Scooby Doo mystery feel to it.
Back to the music,
Other things worth mentioning, was the jam out of "Rebirtha." It was very
very trippy and was unlike any other jam I have heard Panic do. It Made me
want more. Much, much more. Good thing this was only the first show and
I had more to go.
I did call the "Down," in case anybody was wondering. It was nice to hear,
but Todd was not loud enough. I love this song, and "Cynic" as well. I
can't wait to finally hear that one live. Still, he tell's the truth,
when he says to be careful of the things you want to say, cause your
going to mean them.
"Walk On" dropped like a bomb and blew the place up. I mean kid's were
dancing like there was no tomorrow. The whole place was bobbing and
weaving. It saved the first set from being mediocre.
The "Legba" to start the second set was super nice, one of the better
versions I have heard of this song. It helped that the sound man had it
dialed in by this time, but eventually he lost the battle again, whipped
by the shit hole of a venue.
JB cooked us up some "Sausage" after the "Legba" opener, and Mikey getting
out more of his angst with "You Got Yours."
The "sausage" was cooked to a crisp, but the "YGY" sounded like it was being
played from inside a wet blanket.
"Low Rider" was nice, and one I have not heard in a while. Very tasty
guitar work from Mikey and JB during this one. Intense jamming that led
to this "Hatfield" from hell. Full on JB. We got ourselves a little JB
rap, talking bout the pie's cooling on the window sill. JB was fired up,
and it seemed the whiskey was doing the talking for a little bit.
Wonderfully resonant notes that bend and whine at the appropriate times
for the mood to be set.
While "Hatfield" ask's us to imagine what could be, if you loose your
inhibitions and doubt, "Henry Parson's," shows us that without the love and
kinship of people around you, nothing you have or do, before you part
this plane will matter.
Without knowing it, I summoned the "HPD" that was played for me on
Saturday. Little hints have been popping up for weeks, and I should have
seen the signs. Kaboom!
"What is everybody gonna do?" "What is everybody gonna say?"
I have been shown the light by Mr. Parson's error's.............. Never
let it be said that Henry Parson's died in vain.
They called on the spirit of Rock and Roll, and "Legba" answered with a
warning that he would get his way. He then cooked us up some "sausage,"
before taking us to see "Hatfield" in his "Low Rider." On the way to
Hatfield's, we ran into this bum with holy wine stains on his shirt, who
was trying to rid himself of the devil. Ol' "Papa Legba" was kind enough
to try to help this poor lost soul and he
"SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN".............
The only place hot enough and with enough love to burn the devil out.
With some choice low end rumblings to simulate takeoff, the ship departed
for the uncharted territories. After fully integrating us into ancient
rituals of Floyd, circa 1968, the Sunny/Todd monster opened a wormhole in
space and time. A star chart appeared before me. I am in the Delta
quadrant, and Lisa and I are about to depart for a little
"Vacation"........... With her by my side, I'll get back alive, from my
next one you know?
Cause she came along, with a raft and a song, and I'm so glad that she
And then with the power of music, song and dance the spirits were
banished, the interstellar overdrive engines shut down and the Devil
cried out for help.
Can you hear him calling? It sounds like this........ Help me somebody!
Help me somebody! Please!
Help me somebody! Please!
Help me somebody!
Cause as a matter of fact, I'm getting real tired of your act, help me
Sorry El Diablo, but Lisa and I need to "Travel Light," and there is no
need for you perched on our shoulders. It's The Only Way To Fly!!!!
Now, the whole show could be summed up with the word, ENCORE.
The sound man finally won the war with acoustic's of the godforsaken
This was full-tilt, in your face, balls to the wall, paint sucking, head
splitting Widespread Fucking Panic!!!!!
This encore was long, and hot. A double whammy of warning, to watch out
for the trollops, whores, tricks, sluts, tarts, bitch's, and she-devil's
that can tempt my clean and pure soul and fool me into straying off the
path of righteousness.
A good stern lecture always works, and if it doesn't, I always have the
stern left hand of Lisa as it smacks me in the back of the head for
staring at the cute little hippy sister with the toe ring and braids in
her hair, the smell of patchouli, lights a spark of young lust in the
back recess of my mind. Flowing dresses and the all mighty power of the
"To grow Old, is to finally Realize, what you Had, while you were Young."
JB wouldn't quit, at one point, Dave just gave up trying to follow any
kind of formula for "Bowlegged," threw his hands up and stared at Mr. Bell.
JB was growling howling and squealing. Plucking, picking and sliding.
Oozing is also a good word.
And they literally oozed into "Flat Foot Flewzy." I kinda sorta saw it
coming, but not really. I had hoped for this double shot of lust and
power, it happening once before for me.... Kudo's and a prize to the
first person to guess when and where it went down.
What kind of message do the boys think they are sending us here?
So the lights come up, and I smile and hug my girl. We walk out and down
to the ocean. Standing, bathed in starlight, As one! Knowing that you
have someone to share the world with is such a great feeling, sharing it
feels even better. In the moment, the journey was surely the prize.
My thought's were many. Happy to be alive and happy to just be. Proud
to be an American, free to stand on the shore of my country and look
outward without fear of border checks. Happy to be in love. Worry for the country and the world in the
months and days ahead. Hopeful, that as a species our fate is not sealed
and our time, not running out.
Take nothing for granted, seek and decipher the signs that are there for
us to find. A blueprint for living is encoded within us all, we only
have to download it and run the program.
Ron "Big Woolly Mammoth" Crowell
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