by GE 138
I don't even know where to begin to tell you how absolutely SICK this show was... I really don't. Not only was Primus touring behind a new album Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People (which features the stylings of their original drummer Tim Alexander) but they also threw in as an added bonus the fact that they were going to play the entire Sailing The Seas Of Cheese album from beginning to end! That fact alone had me HYPED!! So after battling the regular rush hour traffic I got to the Joint just in time to walk around the place and to see if they had anything posted about cameras being allowed. Since I didn't see anything about it, and there was nothing written on the back of the ticket about it, I just threw my camera in my pocket and devised a cover story in case they asked me about it. I queued up with everyone else in line and walked into the Joint with no search whatsoever... woo hoo! What a deal! Or so I thought...
I walked around and took a look at the stage set up... Primus had these 2 huge orbs suspended above the stage, and each one had a projector aimed right at it. And the stage had a lot of lights on it... reds... blues... yellows... greens... this was gonna be good! So I headed to the bar for the first of many Chivas on the Rocks... and after awhile the house lights dimmed and Primus came out to the strains of the theme from The Nightmare Before Christmas. And Les looked like a nightmare too! He looked like Al Jorgensen's bass playing psycho brother! The band opened up with The Toys Go Winding Down... and as I start to take some Pictures Security is all over me and they throw me out, telling me No Pictures Allowed. Just like that. They were being so over zealous about the whole No Pictures Allowed thing that they were kicking people out for taking Pictures of the show with their cell phones... I mean come on!! So anyways, after the first wave of us rebel photo takers were unceremoniously booted out of the show, I pulled the ol' get-kicked-out-of-one-door-go-back-in-through-another-one trick... and it worked. No search... nothing. All Security asked me at the other door was for my ticket stub, which I happily showed him. So I walked back in and watched Primus play some more amazing songs... and the crowd was going nuts for them. During My Name Is Mud I tried to take some more Pictures, and once again I was thrown out... this time a little rougher... with a few hostile words exchanged. Fuck this. I went back to the door I was originally kicked out of and walked right back in again... sans search as well. Hee hee hee. This was fun!
Anyways, I watched the rest of the set before the intermission break. Yup, I said an intermission break. The house lights lit up half way and on the orbs they were showing these cool little propaganda films teaching you how to be a good little citizen, with titles such as How To Be A Drone and How To Better Serve Your Government. After a quick trip to the bar the house lights dimmed again and the crowd roared as Primus came back out on stage, with Les using this crazy looking stand up bass that had a huge lever on the top near the tuning keys that acted like a tremolo bar! It was looney! He used it to play Seas Of Cheese, the first song off the Sailing The Seas of Cheese album, and so it began. Primus played the whole fucking album, from beginning to end. And with the crazy light show going on... the holographic words floating around... the projector show... this was seriously one of the best shows I've ever seen. I was just wishing that I was on acid or mushrooms or something, so that I could enjoy the wondrous spectacle that Primus was laying out.
And it was beautiful... Sgt. Baker... Jerry Was A Race Car Driver... Tommy The Cat... Those Damn Blue Collar Tweekers... they all sounded amazing... and with the extended jamming and a drum solo or two the set was waaaay longer than the actual album. And I thought the crowd was going nuts before... they were going even crazier now! Punks... Goths... Ravers... Jocks... Freaks... Hippies... all POGOING to Primus! No circle pits... no moshing... POGOING! I completely gave up on the notion of taking Pictures and just started jumping around with everyone else... enjoying the sights and sounds of Primus. And it was fun. And I didn't care. I've seen Primus dozens of times, and this was the first time that I've ever heard Les fuck up... not once but twice! The first time was during Is It Luck?, which wasn't that big of a deal, since the drummer was fucking it up big time. But the second time was a major mistake, during the complex intro to Fish On... the crowd gasped... Les yelled out FUCK!... and then he concentrated and played the intro perfectly. It was beautiful. And then that nightmare scene while they were playing Los Bastardos with people dressed like the Pope and the President all banging out the drum beat... it was definitely a sight to see. After a bit the show ended and everyone stumbled out and stumbled home. I woke up sore the next morning from jumping around, but I didn't care. I was still amazed at how good Primus was... what a deal! Great fucking show.