May 252013

review_of_steve_martin_and_the_steep_canyon_rangersI’ve been on a little bit of a bluegrass kick for the last few years and it appears Steve Martin was too. We’re like kindred spirits. He’s become an authority on the banjo and his touring band, The Steep Canyon Rangers, are the real deal. A viciously adept group, this band can stand toe-to-toe with the best. They possess the ability to move between lighthearted, Appalachian-infused comedy tracks and true soulful bluegrass to Alison Krauss style bluegrass/pop hybrids and all with authentic musicianship and spot-on style. Mr. Martin ties all of this together with a steady stream of jokes and amusing anecdotes. There is something to be said for having a legendary, world-renowned actor/comedian as your frontman. Throw in post-hippy soul nymph, Edie Brickell, and you have an incredibly interesting entertainment experience.

“Jubilation Day” is an example of serious bluegrass chops and a touch of signature Steve Martin humor coming together in a song no one else could pull off:

Every member of The Steep Canyon Rangers is a bluegrass heavy hitter. Here, they honor Flatt & Scruggs (sort of) with a fiddle and banjo tune that builds one instrument at a time:

All the musicians in this troupe are stand-outs; the banjos shred with Steve and Graham Sharp dueling, Charles Humphrey on bass, Mike Guggino on mandolin, and Woody Platt (what an awesome bluegrass name) on guitar and vocals. They all seemed excellent, on par with one another until they let fiddler, Nicky Sanders out of his cage at the end of the first set and he went absolutely apeshit:

The second set was devoted to the band’s work with Edie Brickell on their latest album, Love Has Come for You:

May 222013

paul_mccartney_concer_review_from_orlando-kisses_and_noiseWhen I first heard Sir Paul McCartney was kicking off his Out There tour at the Amway Center in Orlando, FL my response was, “meh.” Then I was was like, “wait, this isn’t Sting. This isn’t going to be the adult contemporary mom party I think it’s going to be. It’s a fucking Beatle!” I have to see a Beatle before they call it quits, right? Paul McCartney’s post-Beatle catalog is staggering and songs like, “Baby, I’m Amazed” and “Band on the Run” are near perfect songs in themselves, but the chance to see rock ‘n roll history is one that shouldn’t be missed. I will never stop kicking myself for missing James Brown at the House of Blues in Orlando. Actually, that is one of the biggest motivating factors to see Sir Paul. This is a lead figure in the best – if not, most influential – rock band in human history.

They opened with “Eight Days a Week” and I teared up a little. The fucking guy that wrote “Eight Days a Week” is playing it in front of me. When will I get that chance again? I wasn’t sure what to expect with McCartney’s performance. I thought it would be a big production, but it was basically four guys with a fifth guy filling in as a multi-instrumentalist. This gave the show even more punch as it was basically a straightforward, amped up rock show.

“Ob-la-di Ob-la-da”

Paul was charming and funny, regaling the audience with bits of rock history and insight from the Beatles and his years on the road. It gave me chills similar to Bob Wooten’s banter during the Tennessee 3 show in Orlando. It’s just awe-inspiring for me to hear the stories of rock legend told by the people that lived through them. Bob told tales of walking into Sam Phillips studio with Johnny Cash and McCartney would tell stories like the time Hendrix performed “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” only two days after the album was released and how he needed Eric Clapton to tune his guitar after. This is pure gold for a rock fan or any student of the humanities really.

He paid homage to the other Beatles through story and song like he did with this sweet ukelele version of George’s “Something.”

“Helter Skelter”

May 062013

billy_corgan-jeff_schroeder_at_funshine_music_fest_tampaThe Pumpkins broke from their world tour dates in Florida to join the roster at a few festivals including the Funshine Music Fest at Ax Gary Amphitheater in Tampa. Here, they do a paired down festival set aimed at a broader audience. In this instance an audience that includes fans of Train and Phillip Phillips. Who the fuck is Phillip Phillips btw? Not for nothin’ pal, but your parents are dickheads. Phillip Phillips. While those monsters of rock played in the giant amphitheater, SP played a side hall that was better suited for a rodeo or a livestock competition. With the tropical shit storm that sat on Florida for nearly a week it was actually way better that they played inside. The hall was rather big too with about 3,000 in attendance that caught the opening “Cherub Rock” and “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” then bee-lined to Train leaving about 1,500 SP fans to enjoy the rest of the show that was a modified version of the full shows in Melbourne and St. Augustine.

billy_and_nicole_of_the_smashing_pumpkins_in_tampa-picture_by_rich_velazquezThey were mercilessly loud. Mike Byrne is playing his heart out, Nicole Fiorentino looks and sounds wonderful, Jeff Schroeder is absolutely killing it and even picking up more lead duties, and Billy appears to be having a great time. The Smashing Pumpkins are a force in concert. Seeing Anthrax, Rush, the Smashing Pumpkins 3 times, and The Black Crowes twice in less than a month along with the release of new Queens of the Stone Age material has got my dick hard for rock. It’s making me realize just how tired I am of two-man laptop bands and “indie” dog shit.


“Zero” with a cool melodic intro


As is customary with SP stops in SW Central Florida, William Corgan Sr. makes an appearance.

“United States” a song that should be a rallying cry for a people that is having their way of life hijacked by a corporatized, criminal government

What will they do to you?

May 042013

billy_corgan_of_smashing_pumpkins_in_st_augustineOK. This was a crazy show for a bunch of reasons.

First, a Class 3 Killstorm swallowed much of Central Florida. Driving to the St. Augustine Amphitheater from Orlando was a delicate situation as tropical storm-like rains drove down in sheets. And the rain never let up. It was actually worse when the show ended.

Second, the old person-friendly venue was irritating. Now I love the St. Augustine Amphitheater and have proclaimed that before, but it has some serious flaws. The show was set to start at 7:45. It did despite the awful traffic snarl out front that was mostly caused by the venues poor management of the parking situation to begin with. So as people parked miles from the park (for some reason there isn’t enough parking to support the capacity of the amphitheater), waited in lines getting drenched to the bone, and rode school buses over, the band started.  When the show ended, venue employees were inches away from using cattle prods to get people off the property. The rain was of biblical proportions but there was no quarter to be found on the property. Yes it is a state park and it closes, but you invited thousands of people and the weather was foreboding to say the least.

Finally, the show itself was wrought with technical issues brought on by the rain. The covered amphitheater was drenched as rain came in through the sides and seams of the tarp. The stage appeared to have at least an inch of standing water in places. Reports from the floor said there was absolutely no sound as the venue monitors above projected past the floor and the ones flanking the stage were pushed out far, possibly because of the rain. The volume was deafening in the stands though. During the apocalyptic “And through the eyes of a jackal!” climax of “XYU” Billy was experiencing an outage with his amp or effects board. Hunched and poised for the scream, he began tapping then punching and kneeing his guitar. Techs scrambled as Corgan giggled and goaded the audience. The crowd was forgiving and roared along with him. At one point during “The Chimera” a transformer blew. The sky went red and purple then everything but the stage amps went out. The colossal lighted pyramid, the mics, the drum mics, the stage lighting, and the venue monitors all went out, but the band charged on garage style for a minute or two until one-by-one parts of the stage and rigging whirred back to life.

“The Chimera”proves to be excellent live, but since I heard that in Melbourne I was hoping for another song from the 1-2-3 face punch that rounds out Oceania. That includes “The Chimera,” “Glissandra,” and “Inkless.” I really wanted to hear “Inkless” that night. To my dismay, Billy has departed from the deep-cuts setlist that had the tendency to break out into 30 minute prog-metals space jams from ’07-’08 in favor of a leaner, meaner, more paced setlist a la 2010. The concerts have gone from the Billy and Jimmy garage jam to more of a cohesive, straight-forward band effort. This seems to delight audiences as shows since 2010 are mostly sold out and have an enormously positive response from the crowd. I think the jammy SP would have played an unplanned “Transformer” when the power went out or even “Raindrops and Sunshowers” because of the weather (even though the crowd that waited for them outside at the Hard Rock Live free show in 2008 during an actual tropical storm didn’t get a special nod either), but this show ran like clockwork and ended on time with a rocking version of “Today” that was dedicated to Slayer’s Jeff Hanneman who died earlier that day. And no, no impromptu “Angel of Death” for Jeff.


*Billy picture via Get Amped Magazine

VIP Pre-Show Highlight

Always adding value and unique expereinces for fans, he Pumpkins are doing VIP pre-shows for those with more disposable cash than myself. Here they played “Ugly” a Mellon Collie b-side or Aeroplane Flies High track. They also open the floor up for Q&A with Pumpkin heads.

The answer here gets pretty interesting when he brings it around to his working relationship with Jimmy Chamberlin.

May 022013

chris_robinson_of_the_black_crowes-HOB_orlando-kisses_and_noiseThe Black Crowes bring two kinds of shows these days; the long-form 3 hour smack down and the tighter, 2 hour rock show. Their 2010 tour featured an acoustic set, a set break, and an electric set that created all sorts of room for the band to stretch out around old and new songs. The Lay Down with Number 13 tour is the two hour variety. This would be plenty for most bands, but with the Crowes it seems like light duty. The setlist continues to morph from night to night and highlights at the HOB included opening with a one-two punch of “Twice as Hard” and “Sting Me” (not quite as strong as the 1-2-3 in St. Pete of “Jealous Again,” “Thick n Thin,” and “Hotel Illness”) and the true to Amorica “Ballad in Urgency / Wiser Times” power jam. In St. Pete, Jackie brought out the banjo for “Garden Gate” and last night he busted out the mandolin for “Whoa Mule.” They closed much stronger than they did at The Mahffey Theater in St. Pete with the “Hard to Handle / Hush” medley. It really feels like this is a test run to get Jackie Greene’s sea legs, but it’s great to hear.

The band came across laid back, not slow, but relaxed as Steve kept the tempos from speeding up in concert, creating a comfy little pocket to nestle up in all night.

“Thorn in my Pride”

May 012013

the_black_crowes-concert_review-kisses_and_noiseThe Black Crowes are back for the Lay Down with Number 13 Tour, a tour that came seemingly out of nowhere. The last thing I heard was Crowes’ drummer, Steve Gorman, on Mohr Stories saying that the band was on an indefinite hiatus. So sometime between the release of Jay’s podcast at the end of 2012 and March of 2013 the band recruited lead guitarist Jackie Greene (taking over the role of Luther Dickinson) and trained him up to play a Crowes tour which usually involves an extensive list of songs.

I was eager to see this new fella play considering the long line of greats he was replacing. He did not disappoint. Jackie may not be at 100% integration just yet but he took the Black Crowes catalog on head first. His playing seems more melodic and falls somewhere in between the ethereal Marc Ford and the heavier Luther Dickinson.

A good gauge of the Crowes is where they take “Wiser Times.” The guitar interplay, the harmonized vocals, and the song’s epic highs and lows turned into a monster in concert.

“Wiser Times”

This was also my first time at The Mahaffey Theater and besides the early start time and the obnoxious “fans” in the upper section that spent more time screaming at people to sit down than actually watching the show it was a really great venue.

Apr 302013

Smashing Pumpkins unveil new stage at show in Melbourne, FLI was kind of hoping to see the LMG designed, projection mapped space orb with the art and graphics created by Sean Evans (Roger Waters’ The Wall), but the Smashing Pumpkins scrapped that along with playing Oceania in its entirety for this leg of the world tour. The new set up isn’t quite as magnificent, but the pyramid-like projection wall behind the band did its job to support the music.

The Pumpkins came out swinging with a gut-punching metal fest. “Zero,” a heavy, riffed-out version of “Starz,” and “Rhinoceros,” followed the opener, “Where Boys Fear to Tread.” “WBFTT” was very similar to the Mellon Collie tour version with a searing heavy metal intro:

A huge surprise as Billy dusted of “Rocket” for the Melbourne appearance:

The heaviness continued with fan favorite, “XYU”

Mainstream classics like “Tonight, Tonight” and “Disarm” were even given the heavy treatment. An Oceania suite or chunk of songs replaced playing the full album beginning with the title track:

One of the better new songs in concert proved to be “The Chimera” with an uptempo and dueling buzzsaw guitars:

Another fan favorite and Mellon Collie deep track, “Porcelina of the Vast Oceans” closed out the night. It’s also a fan favorite for the Pumpkins to end on a soaring epic rather than a shorter, more popular song like “Today.” “Porcelina” is a newer setlist addition to this incarnation of the Pumpkins. If I’m not mistaken it didn’t appear until their SXSW appearance.

The mighty SP was super tight, fiercely loud, and heavy. Despite the ferociousness of the music, the band was lighthearted and giddy. Billy seems happy and unlike the past, the band is actually happy to be there too. The positivity is apparent in the music. When once shows were fueled by quarrels or Billy taking over the show himself, it now seems more like a band working together toward the same goal.


Private VIP Pre-Concert

They are doing these killer, uber-intimate pre-shows for those who can spare the change. I cannot. They busted out this sweet baby from Machina II (God I hope there is a reissue for that).


Apr 292013

RushI’m not the biggest Rush fan in the world, but as a metal, hard rock, alternative fan I can’t dismiss the gods of prog rock – especially with the chance to see them from a plush executive suite at the Amway Arena. Rush played with the true fans in mind. Here’s my definition of the true fan. I’m a casual fan. One of the guys in the box with me was “a big Rush fan,” but he was a 70s FM radio Rush fan. He knew the stories and urban legends, he has seen them 20 times, but he was getting hammered and waiting for all of their arena anthems. They let him down. But the true Rush fan, the ones that loved them in the beginning, and held on, appreciating where they were going through the 80s and early 90s were smiling ear to ear.

Rush came on around 7:30 an played until 11pm. The first set was a mix of more recent music like “Far Cry” from Snakes and Arrows and 80s cuts like “Grand Designs” from Power Windows and “Subdivisions” from 1982′s Signals. Next was a section highlighting their latest album, Clockwork Angels. They closed with a monster set that highlighted some deeper stuff from early Rush. No “Limelight,” no “Working Man,” not even a “Fly by Night” so as I said, fan boys were lovin’ it!


Now I feel corny recording “Tom Sawyer,” but I was actually holding out for “Limelight” and “Working Man” (remember, I’m just a casual fan):


Apr 132013

Anthrax performing at the House of Blues in Orlando without Scotty IanMetal fans at the House of Blues were greeted by four members of Anthrax around 9:40 pm to deliver some disheartening news. Frank and Joey disclosed that they had just left Scott Ian’s side at the hospital where he was diagnosed with food poisoning. Although Scotty’s night had gotten decidedly shitty, the rest of the guys were going to soldier on and give Orlando “the best god damn Anthrax show they could get.” Anthrax is a true band. They are not Anthrax without Joey. They don’t feel the same without Frank or Danny (although Dan’s successors have been phenomenal), they wouldn’t be the same band without Charlie, and they certainly couldn’t be Anthrax without the wicked, grinding crunch of founding member, Scotty’s rhythm guitar and stage banter, right? Sort of. Note: Some fans may differ, but I say this because I mostly tuned out during the non-Belladonna years.

I assumed that a guitar tech might fill in thunderous effect that Scott brings, but Shadows Fall shredder extraordinaire, Jon Donais, shouldered the load himself. The band was blistering and tight and so loud that they did a commendable job in the situation with such short notice. Fucking pros. As promised, they played Among the Living in its entirety (well, “Imitation of Life” wasn’t played), but not in sequence. I’m not sure if it was a last minute change due to Ian’s absence or if they’ve been doing it that way. Listening to the videos again it is more obvious that a guitar is missing than being drunk at the live show:

“I Am the Law”

They busted out “TNT” and Joey did a better-than-Bon-Scott Bon Scott from their collection of 70s arena jams titled Anthems

“Indians” Besides the 2-guitar assault, Scotty was missed during classic banter moments like the Waaaar Daaaaance!

“Got the Time” is one of my favorites. It’s so catchy that despite being hard and fast even non-metal fans can’t help but to like it:

“I’m the Man” is another one where Scott’s absence was glaring. The thick New York accent gives the rock/rap some cred and he is the yin to Frank’s yang on this one. They closed with a “drum solo/ I’m the Man / Antisocial” medley. At one point – somewhere between I’m the Man and Antisocial – people in the pit began vomiting in unison. I thought maybe Scotty was spreading the disease (get it?) from afar, but it was more likely the mixture of beer and exercise, but about 5 or 6 people began vomiting in close proximity of one another a la the pie eating contest in Stand By Me. Metal!!!!

Come to think of it, I don’t think Exodus played because Municipal Waste was before Anthrax. So Scott got sick and Exodus wasn’t even at this show.

Feb 262013

Muse concert review in OrlandoOpening band, Dead Sara, was pretty good. Their LA roots bled through with a sound that was equal parts 80s Sunset Strip cock rock and 90s alt rock. The band was tight and lead by a singer with a powerful voice that aroused me sexually.

Speaking of arousal, Muse gives me a (rock) hard-on. Matthew Bellamy basically stood next to the Amway Arena and chopped it down with the edge of his hand. His Thom Yorke-ish croon and effortless, Corgan-like avalanche of heavy, flailing guitar couples with a thunderous rhythm section and sounds like a prog-rock Queen on steroids. Christopher Wolstenholm crunched out distorted bass lines and drumming heavyweight, Dominic Howard, pummeled his left-handed kit ruthlessly. Clever left-handed drummers always seem a cut above.


I first saw Muse at Coachella in 2004. They played at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, under a blazing sun to 200 lounging festival-goers and rocked like they were headlining MSG. It wasn’t the 120 degree heat that was melting faces. Muse brought the same intensity with a polished presentation in a top notch and a mildly subversive multimedia show. Scrolling images of banks, bankers, and stock tickers beamed across an elaborate collection of LED screens. Anthemic lyrics like, “Time has come to make things right / You and I must fight for our rights / You and I must fight to survive” blazed on the same screens. As the first set ended, a Q-bert-like levitating pyramid of televisions filled with MSM talking heads flickered and swirled, eventually swallowing the band as they worked in an outro that was the riff from Rage Against the Machine’s “Freedom.” It all seemed like a rallying cry for our leery zeitgeist. I wanted to scream, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!”


“Stockholm Syndrome”