Scott, Sarah, Michelle and I hit up the Mike Watt / Flaming Lips / Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert last night. It was great.
Mike Watt has been a favorite of mine for a while, but I’ve never seen him live. The surley bastard is amazing. Watching his hands as he plays the bass is startling. There’s violence in the strumming and slapping, but amazing deftness as he plays lead in between the thunks on his old Gibson bass. Flea joined Mike & Co. for a long jam leading into a stellar version of One Reporter’s Opinion. Mike donned his standard issue flanel shirt with rolled sleves, and was everything I had hoped for.
I didn’t know what to expect from the Flaming Lips. I’ve not heard much of them. They put on an incredible show though. Between the 30 giant balloons bouncing in the crown, movie clips, strobe lights, dancing animals, and bull horn yelling, there was a lot for the brain to process. I felt as if the artists themselves were somewhat displeased by the audience reaction, but it was all we could do to not pee our pants at the multitude of happenings during the show.
The Chilli Peppers were great as usual. I never get tired of watching Flea play, and John seemed to be enjoying himself as much as we were. How Flea and Anthony can move like that and still produce music, let alone good music is amazing. The set was predominantly stuff from the last 2 albums, though Soul to Squeeze slipped in, and Fire, Under the Bridge, and Give it away made up the encore. Interludes between songs highlighted John & Flea’s chemistry, and provided some great grooves.