Tag: Troubadour

Coheed and Cambria 10/04/12: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Coheed and Cambria w/ Aeges 10/04/12

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justitio

I would be lying if I said I didn’t throw a mini temper tantrum when I was shut out of the Coheed and Cambria Troubadour on-sale because TicketFly assumed I was a scalper. It was after all only one of my all-time favorite bands playing in the best club in Southern California. Yet as it turns out the universe was on my side. I decided to check out the Troubadour website around 4pm on the day of the show and as luck would have it a few tickets were released. Instead of heading home from work on a Thursday night to watch the idiot box I was flying over Barham (okay crawling) from Burbank to Hollywood for a night with Coheed at the Troubadour.

The night kicked off with a thirty minute opening set from Aeges. In my expert opinion there are three types of opening acts you can encounter. Bands who can’t get off stage fast enough, bands that fill the role perfectly and then bands you wish could have played another 15 minutes. For Aeges it was the last type. Holy smokes how have these guys not popped up on my radar before this particular Thursday night in West Hollywood? For 30 minutes Aeges mixed deep stoner metal grooves with sci-fi sensibilities. Most of the material from their set came off the recently released album The Bridge (which I only know because the drummer told me this after I bought the album from him after the show). I can’t stress this enough, if Aeges hits your town check them out because they are one of the best rock bands I have seen in a long time.

With the tiny club now as packed as I can recall seeing it, Coheed and Cambria hit the stage around 9:30 pm. The band opened with a 1-2 punch from the 2007 album Good Apollo, I’m Burning Star IV, Volume II: No World For Tomorrow. After opening with the song No World For Tomorrow the four piece moved right into the raucous Gravemaker & Gunslingers. From there fans went crazy as the group went all the way back to the start with Everything Evil, the only song from the band’s debut album Second Stage Turbine Blade to make it into the set.

On this particular night a rare thing happened. Where most shows you attend fans have zero desire to hear new material, this was not the case inside the Troubadour. Fans were screaming for the band to play new songs and Coheed was happy to feed those requests. In fact those lucky enough to make it into the pint size club witnessed the band perform some songs for the first time. One of those songs was Key Entity Extraction III: Holly Wood The Cracked. Sure the upstate New York band may have put a space in Hollywood, but everyone inside the room knew there was no better place for this dark creepy number to make its live debut.

For the rest of the evening, the band mixed classic Coheed with material from the soon to be released double album The Afterman. You could see the band was clearly having fun as they played songs like Blood Red Summer, A Favor House Atlantic and a relaxed take on Mother Superior. With this being my 10th Coheed show, I enjoyed small tweaks the band made in the music. The way the band has added a pause in In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 so fans can scream MAN YOUR OWN JACKHAMMER – MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS is nothing short of brilliant.

Here was something that boggled my mind. Granted we were packed in like sardines, when was the last time you hit a show and a pit finally broke out during a new song? That’s exactly what happened on this particular night as the crowd finally erupted during Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry the Defiant. Another interesting occurrence was the moment when fans chanted for the first single from The Afterman Ascension. Front man Claudio Sanchez couldn’t help but laugh as he assured fans that Key Entity Extraction I: Domino the Destitute would be played later before launching into another song making its live debut, Goodnight, Fair Lady.

After playing for well over an hour the band wrapped the night with a lengthy four song encore. Crowd surfers started to find their way onto the stage as the band played a smoking version of Welcome Home. Armed with a double neck guitar, Sanchez even allowed fans packed up front to strum the stings during one of the songs solos. The band finally brought the night to a close with the lengthy jam heavy The Willing Well V: The Final Cut. I moved towards the back of the room and just took it all in for a moment. From being shut out to seeing Coheed live at the Troubadour I am truly grateful that the universe had my back and allowed me to make it in.

Local H 09/24/12: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Local H w/ Ambassadors 09/24/12

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justito

Back in early August I received an e-mail with a download link for the latest Local H record Hallelujah! I’m A Bum. Over the next few weeks the latest concept record from the pride of Illinois has been blasted into my head over and over and over again. In my cubical, sitting in traffic on the 101 and working out in the yard the 17 songs found on the double album is a soundtrack for exactly where I am at in 2012. I fought hard to give Hallelujah! a coveted 5 star review on Antiquiet, and  there was no way in hell I was going to miss the duo of Scott Lucas and Brian St. Clair perform songs from one of the year’s best record at the best place to see music in West Hollywood California.

Monday night at the Troubadour kicked off with an acoustic set from Scott Lucas. Yes the same Scott Lucas who happens to be ½ of Local H. While many men watched the now legendary Seahawks versus Packers game I watched Lucas open up his brief set with a cover of Last Caress by the Misfits. From there Lucas performed some material from his Married Men band including Ain’t No Grave (Gonna Hold My Body Down) and Blood Half Moons. A brief yet fun set, Lucas opening for himself was the perfect way to kick off the night.

Main support on this particular evening came from Ambassadors. The Brooklyn based band announced early on that they were performing in Los Angeles for the very first time much to the delight of many in the crowd. I was unfamiliar with Ambassadors walking in the door and I personally found them an odd choice of opener for a band like Local H as they were more hipster rock than heavy rock. In fact looking out into the packed club you could clearly tell who was there for Local H and who was there for Ambassadors.

Musically these four gentlemen would be a perfect fit for a Yeasayer/GROUPLOVE tour. A bit hippie jam with vegan hipster sensibilities. Not worldly enough to be called world music but no doubt more interesting than most indie bands if that makes any sense whatsoever. While I don’t know if I would seek them out again the band had a good energy and sounded tight. I have no doubt that when they return to Los Angeles they could very well perform at the Troubadour as the headliner instead of the opener.

As Local H walked down the stairs from the “backstage” area at the Troubadour the opening riffs of Waves played across the PA. Lucas timed of strapping his guitar on and walking to the mic to sing the songs opening line perfectly. As I expected weeks before the band set up their gear on the Troubadour stage I knew they would kick the set off with the opening number from their latest release. I also expected them to segue straight into Cold Manor as they do on the album but where they threw me for a curve was not heading straight into Night Flight To Paris after Cold Manor. Instead they went head first into a raging take of Paddy Considine and saved Night Flight for later in the set.

Having a good dose of Hallelujah! I’m A Bum now under our belts the band used the rest of the night to mix classic Local H cuts with new material. An early appearance of Bound For The Floor cleared out a decent number of Ambassador fans who hung around to finish their $7 Corona while Manipulator filled my quench for anything off their debut album Ham Fisted.

Lucas joked with the crowd before a block of new songs that it was time to go grab a beer from the bar instead of rocking out to new jams. However this was a rare night where I was actually more excited for new songs instead of older ones.  Sadly I was alone on this one as numerous fans decided to chat during the softer parts of Say The Word and while I couldn’t exactly see the line at the bar as Lucas announced that Feed A Fever was about Fox News I have to imagine that anyone who isn’t pumped for material from Hallelujah! is probably dumb enough to be a fan of that network.

After a goose bump inducing take on Another February the band brought out the big guns to close the night. After a hard rocking take on All-Right (Oh, Yeah) the highly intoxicated crowds’ energy finally exploded into a large most pit during All The Kids Are Right. The funny thing about this pit was the fact that none of the members were kids. There is nothing more depressing than watching a 30-something trying to relive the glory days of the days when Bill Clinton lived at the White House by crashing onto the floor in a crowd surfing attempt gone horribly wrong.

With tasty versions of Fritz’s Corner and Hands On The Bible in the rear-view the duo closed the set with Waves Again. As if there is any other song they can close with on this tour the song built from dreamy riffs into a massive wall of feedback that rang through the PA until the band returned for a lengthy four song encore that kicked off with a cover of the Rush classic 2112.

Interesting market research was accidently conducted during California Songs. In between digs at Katy Perry and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lucas observed that the Los Angeles crowd enjoys to scream the and fuck New York too section of lyrics. While we all could have a good laugh making fun of the fact that there are far too many songs about this city of Angels many in the crowd will no doubt remember California Songs for all the wrong reasons.

Having taking a solo on the opposite side of the stage from where he was set up, Lucas had to break up a fight between two sets of fans. Having watched things unfold all night I can understand the frustration of the two guys who got the venue early and waited for a front row spot. All night three drunk assholes did all they could to shove in on them (these assholes of course show up two songs into Local H’s set). While I must assume Lucas was unaware of the fact these assholes bullied these two fans all night he sure as hell stepped in when the bullied had enough and fought hard to save their spots. After Lucas got the parties to cool down he encouraged us all to stop fighting each other and go out to the street and fight the real bad guys by voting.

In watching this battle for front row supremacy brew all night it fit into everything that Hallelujah! I’m A Bum represents in America today. We are all struggling to get ahead. We will step over each other for a piece of the pie be it in our cubicles or for a front row spot to the rock and roll show. We are a nation divided and growing ever further apart and while we can put out all the hope in the universe it’s going to take a massive effort to reunite us together again. Thank you Local H for giving us a great place to start.

Watch Deftones Play New Song “Roller Derby” at the Troubadour (7/27)

Watch Deftones Play New Song “Roller Derby” at the Troubadour (7/27)

 Last night the Deftones hit the Troubadour for a 20 song barn burning set in West Hollywood. Earlier this week they premiered a new song called “Rosemary”, and a few hours ago that wasn’t the only new song they played. Below, You can view the fan filmed footage for “Rosemary” and well as the song they premiered last night called “Roller Derby”. Happy Sunday to you.

Melvins Fight ‘The War on Wisdom’ With Carson Daly

Melvins Fight ‘The War on Wisdom’ With Carson Daly 

With just hours until this writer is off to see the band at Webster Hall, the Melvins paid a visit to that late night show we often forget about-Last Call w/ Carson Daly. Check the Seattle sludge legends rocking “The War on Wisdom” from their recent stop at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, CA below. To check out what dates are left on the Melvins current tour with Unsane, click here.

Plan B Hops the Pond & Rocks the Troubadour

Plan B 1/13/11

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words and photos by God Frank

Okay, I’ll admit it. I knew absolutely nothing about Ben Drew and Plan B until Tuesday of this week. Having built up an obscene amount of Rockaholics points on the 98.7fm website I traded in my points for a bunch of contest entries for a bunch of different bands/contests. Just my luck, the one contest I won was for the one band I knew nothing about. But hey, I’m not gonna turn down a free show and obviously I have the internet, so I did some research online, watched some youtube videos and decided this could be a decent show. That turned out to be quite an understatement.

So with minimal knowledge of Plan B’s music (I think I only heard 6 songs online) I headed out to The Troubadour on Thursday night to hear what the 98.7 and Plan B websites touted as the #1 selling artist in the UK in 2010.

So for those of you who, like me 3 days ago, know nothing about Plan B, the “B” stands for Ben Drew who is the lead singer. Even after reading the official Plan B website and the unofficial Wikipedia page, I’m not totally sure if Plan B is the full band and all the members are full time Plan B members, or if Plan B is just Ben’s alter ego and the band is just his touring band. I apologize in advance if I reference them incorrectly during this review. With that, onto the show!

After a particularly uninspiring DJ set from someone whose name I can’t remember and I don’t think I would bother to give him a mention if I did remember, and lights went down and a Brit who is NOT Ben Drew came out on stage. I thought he was just there to introduce the band. Much to my initial chagrin it turned out to be a beat boxer named Faith SFX who was there to warm up the crowd. People who think they can beat box are a dime a dozen. People who are actually good at it are incredibly rare. So when Faith SFX came out I was a little concerned. That concern was very short-lived however.

Faith SFX is actually talented as hell, not only beat boxing, but imitating various instruments before he started playing actual songs that almost sounded like they were coming from a full band using nothing more than his mouth. When he busted out “I Like To Move It” he actually had the entire club dancing and cheering. His job was to warm up the crowd and he more than achieved that goal. After my initial trepidation, he not only won me over, but completely impressed me. He could have performed for another 20 minutes and nobody in the club would have minded, including me. But alas we were there for Ben Drew and Plan B, so with the crowd effectively worked up into a frenzy, they took the stage.

You know you aren’t watching a US band when everyone comes out dressed nicely in vests and ties, looking like they are ready for a night on the town rather than playing in a band. Starting with “Writings on the Wall” and quickly transitioning into “Free,” Ben and the band began a night of soul that was entertaining, fun, and completely unexpected.

The third song of the night was “Pray,” which I have to say, was the one song I listened to earlier in the week that I wasn’t impressed with. While the original version is still not a favorite of mine, they mixed up the song a little bit for the show, picking up the tempo and adding some more guitar riffs which had me really enjoying the performance. Then midway through the song during a musical break Ben asked the crowd if we liked reggae and then they proceeded to switch up the music and did a reggae version of the song for the next verse. After the reggae verse, he again switched things up asking the crowd if they liked rock going semi-hard core for the rest of the song. It was pretty impressive. When you can take my least favorite song for your band and turn it into one of the highlights of the night, you have some serious talent, and that was exactly what they did.

After a couple strong performances of “Welcome 2 Hell” and “Love Goes Down” I was completely sold on Plan B. Instead of taking it easy though, Ben and the boys amped things up even more with a completely rousing performance of “The Recluse” which was hands down the highlight of the main set. They had the entire club dancing and singing along. At this point I was officially a fan.

Then two songs later they finished their main set, way too early, with what I believe is Plan B’s biggest hit so far, “She Said.” It was a fantastic performance but then Ben said good-night to the crowd and the entire band left the stage after only a 45 minute set. That is probably the one negative I would say about the night. If you are a headliner, you really should play at least an hour long set.

Luckily though, the crowd wouldn’t let them stop and kept screaming, demanding an encore. Ben and the band was more than happy to oblige and came back out to play some more.

After announcing that he wanted to play some songs that inspired him and that he grew up on, they played a medley of old soul classics. From Smokey Robinson (“Tracks of my Tears”) to the Temptations (“My Girl”) it was a very unexpected set, but the surprises were just beginning.

Out of nowhere, Faith SFX joined the band on stage and started beat boxing adding a hip hop flavor to incredible performances of “Ain’t No Sunshine” and “Kiss from a Rose.” Both songs were flat out amazing. It was completely inspired and showed true artistry from both Plan B and Faith SFX. I wish there was video of those performances because I would watch them both over and over again. That transitioned into Ben going back to his rap roots with a reimagining of  Eminem’s “Forgot about Dre,” naturally replacing Dre with “B.”

Need another surprise? At this point Ben addressed the crowd before the final song to say how special it was to be playing the Troubadour because one of his mentor’s started his career there, and then he pointed out that Elton John was in the house up in the balcony! Having noticed online that Ben and Elton performed a duet together last year I thought for a moment that we were gonna get treated to a repeat performance of that duet. Alas, that was not in the cards. Thanks for the tease Ben!

There was still one more song to go though, and for the last song of the night Plan B broke out what was easily my favorite song, “Stay Too Long.” It’s a phenomenal mix of soul, rock and rap that gets me dancing every time I hear it. If Ben or anyone at the record label reads this, that is your single to cross over into the US! I could easily see hearing it on the radio here in the states.

It’s a high energy party song that had the entire place jumping out of their shoes. With Faith SFX and Ben starting a band mosh pit on stage, and the crowd starting a mini mosh pit on the floor, that was for me the highlight of the evening and a perfect way to end the night.

Unfortunately, this was the second stop on a very short, 2-stop US tour and Plan B is on the way to New Zealand as I write this. So those of you here in the states may have a long wait until you get to experience what was easily one of the best shows I’ve seen in years. The show did sell out a few days ahead of time though, so we can hope for a return trip to the states soon.

Reverend Justito Presents: The Top 5 Concerts of 2010

Reverend Justito Presents His Top 5 Concerts of 2010

I have been attending concerts non-stop since 1996.  2010 has been a wonderful year of music.  Not that I have the time to keep track of such a statistic, but I do believe that I have seen more shows in 2010 than any other year of my life.  It was not easy to narrow down my top five shows from this year, and chances are this list would be different if you asked me to pick in three months.   So enough of my mindless introduction; It’s time for my top five shows of 2010.

Honorable Mentions:

Allegaeon 11/12/10 Cat Club – West Hollywood, CA

USELESS KEYS 09/10/10 Spaceland – Silver Lake, CA

#5 Local H 06/18/10: BriXton South Bay – Redondo Beach, CA

Truth be told, I made the thirty minute trip to Redondo Beach on a cold Friday night because of Jay Porks.  I had forgotten all about Local H, but reading his review got me fired up about a band that I managed to catch at both Kamp Kome gigs back in the 1990’s.  The night was what shows are supposed to be all about – letting go of the bullshit and having a great time.  From the band allowing a fan to pick a record out of the hat to discovering my favorite new music venue in Southern California the night was just perfect.  Most important it has restored my love for Local H who I hope return to the road in 2011.


#4 Joseph Arthur 01/23/10: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

If you count Fistful of Mercy, I saw Joseph Arthur five times in 2010.  I am not exactly sure when Fistful of Mercy formed, but looking back at this show, I was fortunate enough to see the project in it’s early stages.  From Arthur opening the night with a haunting version of Restore Me to guest appearances from members of his Lonely Astronauts band and Ben Harper it was a truly inspiring night.


#3 Arcade Fire 10/08/10: Shrine Auditorium – Los Angeles, CA

I was fucking angry walking into this show.  Bad traffic, poor venue planning and my Giants had just blown an important home game against the Atlanta Braves in the NLDS (as you may be aware, things worked out ok for my beloved Giants in 2010).  To be honest, I was not even sure why I had agreed to go to the show as the band was over-rated in my eyes.  Then the band hit the stage and changed my life.  I understand how douchy of a statement that is, but it’s true.  The Arcade Fire are that powerful, they suck you in and steal your soul.  You can’t stop it no matter how hard you try.  It’s very rare that a band can emote a certain feeling inside of me.  It’s a feeling that I can’t describe; the nirvana, bliss, floating on a cloud emotion.  On October 8th, 2010 the Arcade Fire took an angry Angelino and got him to that place.


#2 Faith No More 11/30/10: Palladium – Hollywood, CA

When I was a freshman in High School, I found $5 on the ground out front of my school.  I ran down to The Record Man and picked up a banged up copy of Angel Dust by Faith No More.  It is amazing that the disc will still play today, yet it does.  If I had to pick three albums to bring onto a deserted island, this would be one of them.  Sadly I was not old enough to drive into San Francisco and see Faith No More on their last hurrah.  I made sure I was online with ten minutes to spare to get tickets to this show.  I was not going to miss my chance.  As luck turned out, I got to see both Faith No More shows here in Hollywood, and it was truly a dream come true.  Not a bad moment over two nights, I got to see Faith No More kick all kinds of ass on stage.  Between this and the earlier mentioned Giants World Series trophy, let’s just say I can die a lil happier.


#1 Phish 08/06/10: Greek Theatre – Berkeley, CA

Who are we kidding, all three nights at the Greek come in 1/2/3 on this list.  I will spoil every top shows list from here till the day I die right now.  If I see Phish, there is a 99.8% chance they will be the top live band I see in any given year.  Nothing can top Phish.  Yet to give some other bands a fair shot, we have picked this as the best  Phish show that I witnessed in 2010.  This show just dominated and is no doubt in my top three shows of all time.  Cities>The Moma Dance>Bathtub Gin>Stealing Time from the Faulty Line just can’t be beat.  Unless of course you look to the second set that kicked off with a high energy cover of the Velvet Underground’s Rock and Roll, featured a beefy “Mike’s Groove” and crested with the trampoline stunt during the set closing You Enjoy Myself. I think just about everyone knows I expect some serious West Coast Phish love in 2011, here is hoping the boys don’t break my heart.


Warpaint 12/10/10: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Warpaint 12/10/10

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com

There is a moment in life and if you blink you very well may miss it.  It’s that moment when a mother bird pushes her offspring from the nest and watches as the youngster fully spreads its wings and flies away.  On the first full weekend of December 2010, Los Angeles watched local favorites Warpaint make the first leap of what appears to be a very long and successful flight with two sold out shows at the historic Troubadour.

My night started by catching most of the opening set with Aska. To be fair, I was more focused on the conversation of the two twats standing to my right  then what some would call music coming from the stage. The conversation about late rent and crappy co-workers was the perfect distraction from Aska and her coffee shop rock.  Strike that: This shit shouldn’t be permitted in coffee shops, it’s that fucking bad. Aska is not a strong vocalist, and her guitar playing is limited at best.  There may be meaning in the lyrics, but the presentation was so dull I was certainly not motivated to focus. If there was a highlight of the singer/songwriter set it was the moment she ditched the cello player and brought out a ninja who dabbled in Lucha Libre wrestling. The dude knows how to rock a laptop, that’s for sure.  Aska – just give it up already and go back to your day job.

Met with a hero’s welcome from the capacity crowd, Warpaint took the stage just past 10:15 pm. The foursome kicked off the set with the bouncy “Bees.”  From the first notes, the band had the crowd hypnotized with their tight and melodic sound.  Over the next 75 minutes, the local ladies grip on the audience’s collective consciousness tightened as the foursome performed the perfect mix of songs from their 2008 debut EP and the recently released full length album The Fool.

From the outside looking in, there is no evidence of ego which allows the musicians to form a tight and cohesive vehicle for the music. Warpaint has taken shoe-gaze rock and made it ethereal with a brilliant landscape of lo-fi guitar tones and lush vocal harmonies. The band pushed this sound to the max with well received numbers like “Stars”, “Undertow” and “Burgundy.”  The unquestionable highlight of the night was the Emily Kokal lead “Baby.”  The softest song in Warpaint’s small but powerful catalogue, all in attendance knew just how lucky they were to be seeing this band in this venue at this time.  After all, it’s easy to imagine thousands of fans holding lighters and cell phone high above their heads during “Baby” when the band headlines your local Enormo-Dome in the near future.

An incredible live act with amazing records, Warpaint truly can do it all.  The band proved just that with their encore – “Beetles.”  Clocking in at just under ten minutes, “Beetles” is the perfect Bonnaroo meets Coachella end all be all jam.  The minimalistic Smiths meet Bjork indie rocker winds up stealing a few moves from the Phish playbook in route to becoming an all-out late night dance attack.  As the final notes rang through the PA and the house lights came up, the crowd released a collective sigh as we discovered the night was over.  As we filed out onto the street we all knew how lucky we were to see Warpaint on this particular night.  Warpaint has outgrown the cities club scene and are well on the way to being the latest local band to go national.  You have no excuse to miss them in 2011.

Over the Rhine 11/12/10: The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Over the Rhine (w/ Lucy Wainwright Roche) 11/12/10

The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com

In the 20 months since I have started concertconfessions.com, I have received numerous last minute invites to concerts.  This past Thursday, I got perhaps the most unexpected and yet rewarding invite of all.  It was a message from my Mother who lives 400 miles away in the Bay Area.  She asked if I wanted to check out Over the Rhine with her at The Troubadour in West Hollywood, CA.  While I knew she was a big fan of the Husband and Wife duo, the last thing on my radar was my Mother sneaking into town via Southwest Airlines and getting me on the list for a Friday night at The Troubadour.

The night kicked off with a quick opening set from Lucy Wainwright Roche.  If those last names sound familiar it’s because she is the daughter of Loudon Wainwright III and Suzzy Roche.  I am just going to come out and say this:  As a straight white male who loves heavy metal, sports, chaos and destruction; the last thing I am looking for on a Friday night is some gal up on stage with an acoustic guitar and a microphone.

With that said, I will admit that Lucy’s set was better than expected.  While songs such as “A&E” left a lot to be desired, Lucy’s humorous banter between songs truly makes you want to root her on.  Hell, I wonder if perhaps she should ditch the guitar and switch her focus to stand-up comedy.  The obvious highlight of her opening set was her father joining in on two songs.  It’s clear this is where she gets her humor for as the senior Wainwright joked about puking back by the bathrooms during a James Taylor gig at the Troubadour a few decades earlier.  While I was not rushing to the merch table to get in on the two for $20 Compact Disc deal, Lucy Wainwright Roche did a fine job of warming the stage for the main event, which in this case is really all you can ask for.

After a quick set change, headliners Over the Rhine hit the tiny stage.  The husband and wife duo of Linford Detweiler and Karin Bergquist hypnotized the respectful and attentive crowd with a two hour set that featured sneak previews of the groups upcoming record The Long Surrender as well as a solid dose of material the duo have written over the past twenty years.

I’ll admit, I didn’t know much about the band walking into the venue.  However, I was won over early into the show when Bergquist read a poem from one of my all-time favorites – Charles Bukowski.  The poem is called “Bluebird” and it led into a beautiful song with the same name.  When not dazzling with outstanding musicianship, the band is cracking the crowd up with hilarious stage banter.  From the heart in Berquist stories to the long rambling rants of Detweiler, often times the crowd didn’t know if they should laugh, cry or perhaps a lil of both.

With the show being in the City of Angels, we were blessed to watch Over the Rhine welcome some very special guests to the stage.  Acclaimed singer/songwriter Lucinda Williams took to the stage and lent her talents on the soft and haunting song “Undamned.”  Later in the evening, the band brought out friend and recent collaborator Joe Henry.  Henry performed two songs including a moving version of “The Sharpest Blade.”

While the show had many highlights on a musical level, the highlight for me was watching my Mom.  I didn’t realize just how big a fan she was of Over the Rhine till she decided to come down last minute to see them.  Watching her get lost in the music was something that words can’t describe.  I have been blessed with numerous backstage passes over the years.  However, to have my own mother get me backstage at the Troubadour to meet the band was pretty incredible.  After all, I owe my musical addiction to her.  My earliest memories of music are her playing piano in our home.  Hell, I am convinced I can remember hearing her play songs by Carole King and Elton John while I was in the womb.  So thank you to my Mom for not only taking me down to the Troubadour on a Friday night, but for a lifelong addiction to music.


Mike Gordon 11/06/10: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Mike Gordon 11/06/10

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com

As some of you may recall, I wrote a rather nasty open letter to Phish a few months back.  It’s not easy being a fan of the band in the Pacific Time Zone and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that my coast has been largely overlooked.  So when news broke that Phish bassist Mike Gordon would kick off his own fall tour at the tiny Troubadour in West Hollywood, CA I made sure to get my tickets right away.  If this was the only live appearance by a member of Phish in Los Angeles County for 2010, then there was no way I was going to miss it.

It’s a good thing I did get those tickets right away as the show sold out moments after going on sale.  All up and down Santa Monica Blvd fans did their best to find an extra, however from what I could tell there were none to be had.  My goal was to get into the venue early and grab the front row of the balcony; however after some box office confusion I ended up in what would be the second row of the main GA floor.  This was a blessing in disguise, as I realized during the nights first song “Sound” that I was less than three feet away from the man often referred to as Cactus.

Supporting his most recent release Moss, the night featured a few songs from the new record as well as classic Gordo cuts and a plethora of covers.  Gordon and guitarist Scott Murawski synchronized jumping during “Dig Further Down” got the crowd pumped up early on.  In fact, I was shocked at how energetic the usually reserved Gordon was.  One Cactus outburst came during the Beatles cover “She Said, She Said.”  With an unusual device that I can only describe as a drum machine meets a bomb detonation device, Gordon allowed fans up front to take a quick solo during an extended jam.

I personally feel the highlights of set one were the two new covers Gordon debuted.  The first was the Tower of Power classic “Down To The Nightclub.”  One couldn’t help but smile when Gordon sung the opening lines “It’s Saturday night and I’m just hanging out – looking for a place to party.”  However it was a cover of the David Essex one hit wonder “Rock On” that not only took the crowd by surprise, but was the hands down highlight of set one.  Gordon and company gave the song a cold almost mechanical feel and stretched it well past 10 minutes as it morphed into “Susskind Hotel.”  The set closed with a rocking “Idea” as many fans snuck off the crowded GA floor and marched back to the bar to get a head start on drinking during set break.

The second set got off to a great start with the opening track from Moss called “Can’t Stand Still.”  Many fans pogoed and bounced as Gordon lead his backing band through the melodic number.  As the set progressed, we witnessed the live debut of “I Sure Miss My Mind” featuring keyboardist Tom Cleary on lead vocals.   The song was enjoyable, but it stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the other bass heavy jams.  Any momentum lost was quickly recovered with the Phish song – “Sugar Shack.”  With fans cracking Mike up with chants for “Fuck Your Face” and “Harpua” all night, “Sugar Shack” was the lone Phish song blessed upon Southern California this year.

The covers continued as the band performed both a moody version of the Gillian Welch song “Time (The Revelator)” and a funkified cover of the 70’s instrumental “River Niger.”  Where covers were the highlight of the first set, the musical highlight of set II was the closing “15 Step>Another Door.”  Anyone who knows anything about music is aware that Gordon is one of the most under-rated bassist in rock music.  Since the return of Phish, Cactus has really upped his playing to a whole new level and to stand two feet from the man upon such a tiny stage was an amazing experience.

Before chants of Cactus could really take off, the band was back on stage for an encore (no joke, I think they were off stage for about 45 seconds).  Playing the lone song from his solo debut Inside In the crowd was treated to funky version of “Soulfood Man.”  For one final time the So-Cal jam fans that were lucky enough to make it into the intimate venue got their fix of 1/4th of Phish.  With Gordon going slap happy on his 5 string bass, smiles were plentiful and all who made it in were thankful for a wonderful night of music.

Far 05/21/10: The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Far 05/21/10
The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA
Words/Photos/Videos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com
I was one of the lucky ones.  December 1997: I went to see Deftones at The Edge in Palo Alto, CA.  While Deftones were nothing short of amazing, the true reward of that night was being introduced to the band Far.  In the weeks that followed that show, I picked up “Water & Solutions” and it has been in heavy rotation ever since.  Like most Far fans, I grew angry over the last decade as countless bands got minor radio success with their bastardization of the Lopez/Matranga sound.  Naturally, I was thrilled when the Sacramento four piece announced they were reuniting.  After a brief taste of the live Far experience last fall, nothing was going to keep me away from seeing the band support their new record At Night We Live. With the clock reading ten past nine on the third Friday in May, I hopped into my beautiful golden rental car (Kia Rio for you auto enthusiasts) and ventured east to The Troubadour, ready to rock with the post-hardcore/pre-emo Godfathers of Screamo.
The band kicked off their set around 10:30 pm with a new number called “Fight Song #16,233,241.”  With a really punchy guitar riff from Shaun Lopez, the song is a natural opener and set things off in the right direction.  The band ensured the crowd’s attention by following with a few fan favorites.  The rather mellow “I Like It” allowed both the band and the crowd to warm up and sink into the evening.  Reaching back to 1996, “Seasick” was one of the highlights of the night.  I realize many Far fans are obsessed with front-man Jonah Mantranga, but my attraction to Far lies with guitarist Shaun Lopez.  His mix of heavy riffs and lush melodies are nothing short of amazing.  The riffs that make up the verses of “Seasick” serve as a fine example of Lopez’ craft.

With the release of At Night We Live less than a week away, the band performed plenty of new material.  “Dear Enemy” is an unapologetic drop-D rock and roll song.  Had their been a pit, this is the type of song that could cause the circle to swell upwards of three times its average size.  Before launching into “Deafening”, Mantranga paid tribute to the late great Ronnie James Dio by sharing a tale of an intimate Sacramento club gig.  I hate to say it, but “Deafening” is perfect for rock radio such as KROQ (who sponsored the show despite not playing the song).  Undoubtedly, the best song on At Night We Live is the title track.  The vulnerability of Matrangas voice as he sings the tribute to Deftones bassist Chi Cheng undoubtedly made the entire crowd’s arm hair raise simultaneously.  Most importantly, despite the fact the album has not even hit store shelves, there was not a single person in the audience not singing along to the powerful chorus.

While new material got a great reaction from the enthusiastic Friday-night, near capacity crowd, the response to the classics was nothing short of massive.  “Joining The Circus” was dedicated to Los Angeles, while “The System” simply rocked.  I always think back to the 1998 Family Values tour and the parking lot of the Cow Palace covered with promos for Far’s big hit “Mother Mary.”  Hearing the band play it at The Troubadour some 11 1/2 years later just didn’t seem real.  My personal highlight for the evening was the Water & Solutions masterpiece — “Man Overboard.”  The anti-climatic build up leads right into my favorite Lopez riff of all time.

The biggest reaction of the night was for the show closing “Bury White.”  When it comes down to it, this song is the blueprint for the last 10 years of mainstream rock music.  Before the Far reunion, I always assumed the band would return bigger than ever.  Personally, I was disappointed that the show was not sold out.  In my book, Far are ground-breakers and deserve much more praise then other 90’s bands who have recently reunited.  Those lucky enough to be inside the Troubadour on the third Friday in May, 2010 know they saw something truly special.  I can only hope At Night We Live gets the band the respect they rightfully deserve.

Dinosaur Jr. 02/23/10: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Dinosaur Jr. 02/23/10

The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos/Videos by Justin/concertconfessions.com

Dinosaur Jr. 02/23/10

I must be honest with everyone for a moment.  I own one compact disc by the band Dinosaur Jr.  It has their big hit “Feel the Pain” on it and I picked it up at a garage sale a few years back.  I don’t even know the name of it, nor most of the song titles.  I’ve always enjoyed the band and their loud, fuzzy alt-rock jams (they were rated 4 starts on my Yahoo Launchcast way back when). However after sharing some coke, rocking out and having my eardrums blown out by the three-piece band for free this past Tuesday night, Dinosaur Jr. may become my latest full-blown obsession.

Dinosaur Jr. at the Troubdaour 02/23/10

I had a few reasons for checking out the east coast band’s one-off show at The Troubadour in West Hollywood.  First of all, it was free, thanks to the fine folks at T-Mobile.  The show was to promote the companies MOG device, which they failed to do.  I have no idea what it is besides a way to see a great band for free.  The main reason I ended up going was this site and a confession of the band’s recent Brooklyn gig, shared by Jay Porks.  His review really made me realize that perhaps I was missing out on some loud ass rock and roll.  So after a long wait along the dirty sidewalks of Doheney Ave, I made my way into the venue and parked myself right in front of three Marshall 100 stacks, belonging to one J Mascis.



The band took the stage just after 9pm, opening with the song ‘Thumb”.  Immediately, I knew I was in for a great night, as my bones vibrated within my flesh from the sheer volume of the power trio (Featuring the original lineup of J Mascis on Guitar/vocals, Lou Barlow on Bass and Murph on drums).  The group played classics from their on-again-off-again-on-again career, but also showcased songs from their latest record – Farm. One of the songs from that release which really stood out to me was called “Pieces”.    With rich melodies and destructive distortion, it seemed to be as well received as the older numbers.

The highlight of the night (besides “Feel the Pain”; I am after all that guy and I am not afraid to admit it) was simply standing eight feet from J Mascis while he played.  What an amazing and highly underrated talent he is.  Great chord progressions, lighting fast solos, guitars I can only dream of owning and perhaps the biggest pedal board I have ever seen.  The man is a mad genius and the way he leads the band through densely distorted sonic jams is nothing short of mind (and ear) blowing.  Equally impressive on the other side of the stage was bassist Lou Barlow.  He made his bass guitar his bitch; owning it and forcing it to do things that would cause most mild-mannered instruments to blush with embarrassment.  The way he plucked huge chords, beat upon the strings and managed to keep in time with both Mascis and drummer Murph was incredible.  Perhaps next time I see them, I will have to stand on his side of the stage.

After rocking a main set that lasted about 70 minutes and featured songs like “Over It” and “Crumble,” the band played a brief two-song encore for the largely male, beanie and flannel wearing crowd.  It was during the encore that it really hit me: the 1990’s are back.  From the tiny pit that broke out during the encore with friendly smiling faces pogoing around peacefully to the aforementioned fashion, I managed to feel both nostalgic and yet young again.  Perhaps it was the free show; perhaps it was the comradery that comes with waiting in line for a few hours with your new best (and hopefully not single serving) friends. Whatever it was, the feeling was good vibes all around.  In fact, walking out of the Troubadour back to my car, I ran into some kids who made me feel really good.  Having been handed a bottle of coke by J Mascis as he left the stage, the young men were very excited to give me a sip of the carbonated beverage.  “Drink in the God-like genius that is J – this beverage will make you a Godzilla-esque Guitar monster” one kid screamed as he handed the 20 oz. bottle my way.  As someone who has been clean of High Fructose Corn Syrup for months now, I thought what the heck;  I had already fallen back into the 1990’s, why not fall off “The Wagon” as well?


Joseph Arthur Wraps West Coast Run at the Troubadour

Joseph Arthur 01/23/10
The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA
Words/Photos/Videos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com
Joseph Arthur live at The Troubadour 01/23/10
As I shared here recently as a FROM THE VAULT post, the last time I saw Joseph Arthur, we didn’t really connect.  In the weeks and months that passed after that warm summer night, I actually began to get angry.  What was wrong with me?  I have listened to this man and his music time and time again and I allowed weird vibes and distractions ruin our brief time together.  Not permitting my anger to get the best be, I told myself there is always next time.  Thankfully, next time came in the form of concertconfessions user HJUnderpants birthday celebration.  After a tasty meal at Barney’s Beanery up the road, we entered The Troubadour on a cold winter night to once again experience the music of singer/songwriter Mr. Joseph Arthur.
Joseph Arthur live at The Troubadour 01/23/10
Right off the bat, things were better than last time.  Despite what the venue had informed me of via Twitter, this would not be a seated show.  Excited by this discovery we hit the front bar and enjoyed a celebratory birthday drink or four before finding our spot on the open floor.  With two blank canvases against the back wall, Arthur hit the stage minutes before 9:30 pm.  The multi-talented performer began to paint upon both canvases before strapping on an acoustic guitar and kicking off the music with a soft new song (title unknown, but assumed to be from a rumored 2010 release).  What followed was a rocking one man version of “Devil’s Broom” which allowed the musician to throw down a nasty electric guitar solo over percussive and rhythm loops all made by acoustic guitar.  By the time Arthur was into his third song “Echo Park”, my wife had whispered into my ear that this time was already 1,000,000 times better than last time and I happened to agree.

Yes indeed with guitar loops bordering on insanity and two paintings being created right before our eyes, the journey was off to an amazing start.  Hell, the lanky hipster softly singing fan favorites “Birthday Card” and “Honey and the Moon” into my right ear didn’t bother me as Arthur commanded my focus.  Using both looped guitar and vocals as a backdrop, Arthur stopped strumming and returned to his paintings, rapidly adding lines and angles over what appeared to be faces of a man and a woman (I can hardly draw a stick figure, who am I to try to talk brush strokes and angles).  Once satisfied with his progress on the paintings, Arthur brought the loops to a screeching crashing yet never missing a beat by diving head first into “All The Old Heroes”.  Armed with only a Telecaster and a microphone, the pride of Akron, Ohio stood onstage alone for the final time during this short west coast tour.

Arthur welcomed four guests to the stage.  In addition to Jessy Greene on Violin (who had been off and on the stage all night by this point) two members of his Lonely Astronauts backing band (Sibyl Buck on vocals and Kraig Jarret Johnson on Guitar/Vocals) joined in on the fun.  Honestly, I don’t think anyone noticed, as roots/jam/soul/reggae/metal/blues/pop/funk/acoustic/indie/rebel/surf/rocker Ben Harper came out along with them.  I know my jaw dropped to the clubs cement floor at the chance to see Harper (someone I have seen many times over the years) in such a small venue.  The now five piece band launched into “Black Lexus” from Arthur’s 2006 record Nuclear Daydream. Most stunning about this version was Harper’s slide Weissenborn and Green’s violin coming together to create a melodic sound-scape that helped carries Arthur’s intense vocals.

While most musicians soon left the stage (they would come and go as the night carried on) Harper remained on stage to add backing vocals to Arthur’s best known song – “In The Sun”.  I didn’t even make it to the chorus before my arms were covered in goosebumps.  The vocals of the two blended nicely, and by the time they were done, I saw not one but two separate audience members with tears running down their cheeks.  Over the next 45 minutes, the explosion of art continued to engulf senses.  Arthur noted on multiple occasions how blessed he was to be playing with his old friend Ben.  Harper can shred with the best of them, but on this night he played with great restraint.  He found holes and filled them with rich melodies, allowing the focus to stay on the songs, and not the star.  I really didn’t think the night could get better but it proved me wrong yet again as the duo performed my favorite song “Ashes Everywhere”.

I lost track of how many encore breaks the night had, but I know the show ended with Arthur completing his paintings during the song “Invisible Hands”.  Big blue brush stroked smacked up against the canvas as Arthur sang for Jesus to come back and die again.  As the song slowly stretched out at the end, musicians slowly began to leave the stage leaving Harper to finish the song alone.

Moments after his exit, the stage lights came up and we went to the merch table.  As we waited in line to purchase the evenings show, the night once again got a little bit better.  Arthur performed two more songs to the packed merch area/bar before he spoke with fans, took photos and signed autographs.  I tried to keep my moment brief.  He helped me with an art project of my own I am working on this year, signed a copy of the show.  As we exited out the door and hit chilly Santa Monica Blvd, I couldn’t help but smile knowing that for Joseph Arthur and I the second time was the charm.

FROM THE VAULT: Joseph Arthur vs. The 79th MLB All Star Game

Joseph Arthur 07/15/2008

The Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Justin

(note, this review was first published at MTVnews.com.  I have shared it From The Vault as I will be paying Mr. Arthur a return visit at The Troubadour this Saturday Night.)

Joseph Arthur 07/15/2008

The teams were supposed to be even – 3 straights and 3 gays. However, at the last minute one flip flopped and we found ourselves with the upper hand at 4-2. As we sat open, pillow-filled booth down the street from the Troubadour imbibing before the event, I waited diligently for ESPN to update me on the score of the 79th MLB All Star Game being played for the last time at Yankees Stadium. The highlights never came and, before we could order one more $15 pomegranate martini, we were on our way to see Joseph Arthur. Imagine my delight when I walked into the bar at the Troubadour and saw our hometown zero Russell Martin at the plate somewhere around the 14th inning. What was I missing, I thought? I love the All Star game, and it pained me to miss it. Martin ch(o)ked for the NL and so did Tejada who followed his at bat. I ordered a lite beer as to not be rude and watch the game like a mooch in the very empty bar. I stood and watched and while ads for DHL played, Joseph Arthur made his way to the stage. Just as the game was to come back on, though, the gal behind the bar switched off the game. I was left with no choice; it was time to check out the pride of Akron, Ohio.

As I walked through the double doors, I was shocked. The usually GA floor was covered with white plastic folding chairs that you would rent for a wedding and/or bingo night. Being the last person into the venue, I quickly discovered that I would be part of the standing room only crowd. Early Bird may get the worm, but at least I got to watch two pathetic outs of the All Star game. I own a few records by Mr. Arthur, but 95% of his Tuesday night set I did not recognize. Armed with only an acoustic guitar (there would be no digital loops or wacky guitar pedals on this night), he soothed the sold out crowd with a very mellow set (ok, he did kick his chair over at one point). Casual fans screamed out “hit” song requests by using lyrics, not song titles. Underage girls with fake IDs chatted over tender love songs, while a Seth Cohen look-alike hung out on the staircase watching on with puppy-dog love in his eyes. I, however, focused on two thing: waiting for that oh so important text message updating me on the All Star Game and trying not to fall asleep.

I realized last night that in my life I have listened to Joseph Arthur more while unconscious then while conscious. I am a music junkie, and my day is really only successful if I can have music playing 24/7. This includes driving, shower time & sleeping. I can not count the times I have put on this man’s records and fallen asleep. I do not say this as some sort of insult to the artist or to his music; I simply prefer his art to help my mind rest after a long day to the sleep aid known as Ambien. Personally, last night was a struggle for me. I really do like Joseph Arthur, and have always wanted to see him live. When my friends mentioned they were hitting this show, I quickly invited myself along. I hate to even say this, but well before the half way point, I found myself wishing it was over. I knew I was in trouble when I was more into his emullet (a mix of Bono’s 1980 mullet and some generic emo haircut you would find on a 14 year old boy at Hot Topic) then the music coming from the stage. Tuesday July 15th, was just one of those bad days for me and my mood was more Slayer than Joseph Arthur. They could have shot “Tootie” from The Facts of Life out of a cannon, and this angry, cranky old man would not have been impressed. So with apologies to Mr. Arthur, I should have stayed home and watched the All Star game. Maybe next time we will be on the same wave.

Papa Roach 03/04/09: Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Papa Roach w/ The DISOWNED 03/04/09

Troubadour – West Hollywood, CA

Words/Photos by Reverend Justito



It was a warm spring night in Palo Alto California when Papa Roach and I decided to go our separate ways. The date was April 24, 2000 and as I exited The Edge Nightclub I knew in my heart the special thing we had was over. The next day, the band would release their major label debut Infest and tour the country with Taproot. Warped Tour would follow that summer and by then I knew it would be too late for the two of us. It was hard to let go, to say goodbye to something I loved so much. I felt it all, anger, jealousy, depression, happiness, but above all else I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that my little band that I saw no less than 20 times between 1998 & 200 had made their dreams come true. For years, I lurked in the shadows and watched from a distance. The hits, the transformation from a funk/rap nu metal band to a red state rock band, the Pepsi commercials, the celebrity marriages and of course Jacoby “5 bucks what the F*ck” Shaddix hosting Scarred on MTV.

Walking into the Troubadour in West Hollywood on Wednesday night, I didn’t know what to expect. It had been 3236 days since I had last seen Papa Roach obliterate a club stage (heck any stage), but knowing that this small club show was to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of their discovery at the West Hollywood musical landmark, the time was right to say hello again. I knew I would not be playing video games in the lobby with Jerry like we used to at the Phoenix in Petaluma. I knew Jacoby would not lick the foot of my pal to convince her to buy a $5 demo. But what I didn’t know is if I could capture the old magical feeling that sent my pals and me following the foursome all over Northern California weekend after weekend.

The night started with some terrible band called Bangkok Five. If Buckcherry is a bad rip off of Guns N’ Roses, then do we really need a band who is a bad rip off of Buckcherry? Not at all, which is why I sat in the bar with my wife drinking the devils juice as poured by a VERY pregnant bartender (who we made sure to tip well). I did make sure to catch the opening set by Los Angeles power trio the DISOWNED. Watch out for this band, they bring it and bring it well. The only song I can name from their power packed 30 minute set was a rowdy cover of “Holiday In The Sun” by The Sex Pistols. With additional gigs across the southland on the schedule, I hope to catch this band again in the near future. But enough with the openers, lets talk about the main reason I paid those crooks at Ticketmaster $30. 74 for a $17.99 ticket – Papa Roach!

As always, the band hit the stage like a fireworks factory that catches fire. For 70 minutes, the band played its greatest hits while giving the intimate crowd a sneak peak of their new record – Metamorphosis. Within minutes, it felt like the old days, as front man Jacoby Shaddix climbed the clubs scaffolding and hung from the lights as he screamed into his microphone. The only difference is that the songs I once loved such as “July” and “Tambienemy” are long gone, replaced by modern day hits such as “Getting Away With Murder” and “Time and Time Again”.

I hate that guy. You know, the guy who wears the t-shirt of the band he is about to see? Last night, I broke the rules and wore my long out of print Papa Roach T-shirt that infringes on the copyright of the bug spray known as Raid. Being an anniversary show, it just felt right and as Jacoby Shaddix pointed and smiled multiple times in my direction, it only felt right to make him crack a smile by screaming “Orange Drive Palms” at him in between songs. If this was to be an anniversary celebration, someone had to represent Nor-Cal and I was happy to be that person.

The hits kept rolling, with “Scars” becoming a group sing a long, and “Lifeline” giving the ADHD infused front man an opportunity to run upstairs to the clubs VIP balcony to finish up the last few minutes of the number. Another new hit – “Hollywood Wh0re” gave the front man a chance to talk trash about the likes of Paris Hilton, Ashley Simpson and of course Britney Spears. With a darker moodier tone, “Hollywood Wh0re” showcases what has always been Papa Roach’s strength – the ability to adapt and evolve as time goes on.

The biggest reactions from the crowd came when the band played songs off Infest. All these years later the band is still getting fans to chant “Dead Cell”. While “Broken Home” never really did much for me, hearing “Angels & Insects” (which I know the true meaning behind, but I’ll never tell) was by far the musical highlight for me. The place went nuts, but the true chaos came on the very last number – “Last Resort”. Pits swelled as the band played their first and biggest hit to date. It even felt like the old Cactus Club in San Jose for a minute as Jacoby dove head first into the crowd.

Papa Roach means more to me then I ever let on. I was there the night they all wore all black for the first time. I was there to here songs make their live debut, I watched as the band raised a bed sheet that read in red spray paint – VIVA LA CUCHARACHA. I lost my virginity in a Papa Roach hoodie, I have pre-digital camera photos of Jacoby on stage with his own roach hanging from his boxer shorts. While the song “Legacy” may be long retired, its lyrics are floating through my head this morning. “I was there from the start, and I’ll be here in the end”. 3236 days later, Papa Roach and I had the best ex-sex one can have. The meeting of two souls was still intimate, intense and personal with some amazing new tricks thrown in. I know they are no longer my band, my secret and I am fine with that. I am just thankful that on a spring night in March, I was able to pop in and say hello again after all these years.

© 2020 Concert Confessions

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑