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clevermanka) wrote2013-08-06 08:13 am
clevermanka) wrote2013-08-06 08:13 am
Not afraid to use it, strip it and abuse it
The Rob Zombie show was pretty great. Short (IMO), but great.
We hauled our asses down to the pit after the opening bands wrapped up and man was that a good idea. Because we are tenacious little fuckers, we got close enough that I could (barely) make out Rob's facial expressions through his hair. It helped that the crowd was polite. I'm talking, like, shockingly polite. No joke, the general admission floor at the Huey Lewis concert I saw when I was fourteen was pushier than this audience. There was a mosh pit, yeah, but they contained it to a small area and everyone was respectful in letting participants go in and out. My boob got grabbed at one point by a burly fellow who (honestly) was only trying to make way for a mosh-pit-participant exiting with a bleeding hand.
The show itself was a brilliant spectacle. There were ton of lights and several enormous puppet/machines things, some of which served as moveable pedestals for Zombie to strut around on. Sometimes he reminded me of a revival preacher. At one point, surrounded by smelly, sweaty, happy people, bombarded with noise and lights, seeing an enormous skeleton-train-machine roll across the stage with Zombie in his raggedy clothes and screaming charisma singing on top, I wondered if this was similar to the best parts of Burning Man. And if so, I understood why people who go to it love it so much. STILL NOT A HIPPIE, THO.
I was surprised and disappointed that he didn't sing many songs from the new album. I think he only did three from it. There was no "Mars Needs Women," and that was sad-making for me, at least. He did sing "Thunder Kiss '65" which, honestly, is not my favorite of his older songs, but the crowd loved it.
His outfits, though. MY GOD HIS OUTFITS. I hesitate to call them costumes because I can see him wearing these things on a regular basis. God knows I would. In fact, I'm tempted to make the coat he first took the stage in (minus the two-foot-long arm fringe). It was basically a collared frock coat, with tightly laced sleeves and three long slits down the back, laced from neck to hem with grommets. Honestly, a pretty simple design but fucking sexy like whoa. Where in hell I'd wear it (besides KCRF), though, I have no idea. Hell, maybe instead of a new dance costume, I'll make myself a new cover-up using that design. Because I need another project. Here's a good shot of the coat that shows the front and sleeves. I can't find a picture of the back, which is unfortunate because it was the most dramatic part.
Apparently they almost canceled this gig because ticket sales were so low. So so so glad they didn't. And it didn't rain on us. Not even a drop.
In completely unrelated news, today's Tumblr is Tuesday, August 6: Cowboys.
We hauled our asses down to the pit after the opening bands wrapped up and man was that a good idea. Because we are tenacious little fuckers, we got close enough that I could (barely) make out Rob's facial expressions through his hair. It helped that the crowd was polite. I'm talking, like, shockingly polite. No joke, the general admission floor at the Huey Lewis concert I saw when I was fourteen was pushier than this audience. There was a mosh pit, yeah, but they contained it to a small area and everyone was respectful in letting participants go in and out. My boob got grabbed at one point by a burly fellow who (honestly) was only trying to make way for a mosh-pit-participant exiting with a bleeding hand.
The show itself was a brilliant spectacle. There were ton of lights and several enormous puppet/machines things, some of which served as moveable pedestals for Zombie to strut around on. Sometimes he reminded me of a revival preacher. At one point, surrounded by smelly, sweaty, happy people, bombarded with noise and lights, seeing an enormous skeleton-train-machine roll across the stage with Zombie in his raggedy clothes and screaming charisma singing on top, I wondered if this was similar to the best parts of Burning Man. And if so, I understood why people who go to it love it so much. STILL NOT A HIPPIE, THO.
I was surprised and disappointed that he didn't sing many songs from the new album. I think he only did three from it. There was no "Mars Needs Women," and that was sad-making for me, at least. He did sing "Thunder Kiss '65" which, honestly, is not my favorite of his older songs, but the crowd loved it.
His outfits, though. MY GOD HIS OUTFITS. I hesitate to call them costumes because I can see him wearing these things on a regular basis. God knows I would. In fact, I'm tempted to make the coat he first took the stage in (minus the two-foot-long arm fringe). It was basically a collared frock coat, with tightly laced sleeves and three long slits down the back, laced from neck to hem with grommets. Honestly, a pretty simple design but fucking sexy like whoa. Where in hell I'd wear it (besides KCRF), though, I have no idea. Hell, maybe instead of a new dance costume, I'll make myself a new cover-up using that design. Because I need another project. Here's a good shot of the coat that shows the front and sleeves. I can't find a picture of the back, which is unfortunate because it was the most dramatic part.
Apparently they almost canceled this gig because ticket sales were so low. So so so glad they didn't. And it didn't rain on us. Not even a drop.
In completely unrelated news, today's Tumblr is Tuesday, August 6: Cowboys.