Post by # Ana Power # on Aug 24, 2006 5:19:24 GMT -5
Thanks Julia! Somehow I had known that they were gonna get on stage dressed like this ...
I wonder whether they have multiple clothes like that, must be difficult with the washing between some shows well...Flea doesn´t, unless he the wholes come with the suit
It must be getting boring for them sometime too. I don´t know, I wouldn´t feel too good about wearing the same outfit for, I don´t know, 40 shows...but maybe that´s just because I´m a girl, lol...
ditto here! *lol* I hope Flea has lots of these suits 'cause jeez... show after show and... stinks! hahaha Chad with blue outfits too, all the shows... Oh well... will it be kind of a superstition or something?
Life’s about your friendships, the way you love your partner, the way you care for your children. That is what life is about. Not anything about earning a hundred zillion dollars because you toured America more than anyone else. I want life to be about creativity.- Joe Strummer: 1952-2002
Post by # Ana Power # on Aug 24, 2006 5:45:06 GMT -5
Intro Jam Can't Stop Dani California Charlie Scar Tissue Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (John) Throw Away Your Television with Don't Ever Leave outro but no singing Fortune Faded Snow Jam Led Zeppelin with no singing 21st Century London Calling/Right on Time Havana Affair Wet Sand Me and My Friends Tell Me Baby Dont Forget Me Californication Intro (with Anthony on Drums) Californication By The Way
The setlist was 01. Intro jam 02. Can't stop 03. Dani California 04. Scar tissue 05. Charlie 06. Fortune faded 07. 21st Century 08. Will you still love me tomorrow? (John solo) 09. Throw away your television + Don't you ever leave-outro 10. Havana affair 11. Snow ((Hey oh)) 12. Me & my friends 13. Led Zeppelin-medley 14. Wet sand 15. London calling-intro + Right on time 16. Don't forget me 17. Wet sand 18. Tell me baby 19. Californication 20. By the way --ENCORE-- 21. Drum solo 22. I could have lied 23. Give it away 24. Final jam
This dude got one:
They just changed Parallel Universe into Throw Away Your Television. But you can probably hear it on that bootleg.
Peppers rock, with a little rhyme and a little reason
By Kyle Proehl UNION-TRIBUNE August 24, 2006
We've all likely found ourselves, in the heat of the moment, spewing nonsensical, or at least confounding, exclamations of who-knows-what. It happens in those altered states of consciousness, whether brought on by meditation or whatever.
K.C. ALFRED / Union-Tribune The Red Hot Chili Peppers' manic energy was on full display Tuesday night, with floating video screens and crafty lights. By all accounts, Red Hot Chili Peppers' lead singer Anthony Kiedis has had his share of freaky emissions – in fact, he's nearly filled entire albums with quixotic quotations. But throw a little rhyme in there, and you can't stop an arena full of Southern California fans from singing along.
California rest in peace / Simultaneous release.
Kiedis' vocal cues lie in the Peppers' – drummer Chad Smith, guitarist John Frusciante and bassist Flea – hyper-funk, rap-rock roots of 23 years ago. Much has been made of the band's “Behind the Music” travels since then: original guitarist Hillel Slovak's heroin overdose in 1988; original drummer Jack Irons' leaving; subsequent reforming with Frusciante and Smith; Frusciante's departure and descent into addiction as the band was ascending with “Blood Sugar Sex Magik”; Kiedis' own struggles with heroin; that terrible work with Dave Navarro; and the requisite triumphant return.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw / Sarcastic mister know it all.
In a recent interview with Rolling Stone magazine, good-natured Flea even admitted to nearly leaving the group as recently as 2002. But Tuesday night he was on stage at the ipayOne Center before a near-capacity crowd, genuinely thanking the crowd for its support and for the sunny day.
Few men, fewer musicians still, appear as custom-built for clinging body suits as Flea; his whole style is lizardlike, body both twitchy and serpentine, jerky and smooth, playing all pop-slapping insanity and single-note serene.
Everybody / Do the Twist / Get the message / On Flea's fist.
The fellas' constantly claimed spiritual connection was evident in their between-song jamming, often just Flea and Frusciante facing up (never back-to-back) and trading notes, with Smith banging away until they got out what they needed. It's the guitarist whose post-heroin return has brought a different kind of depth to the band's recordings, and his constantly singing guitar and impassioned falsetto harmonies were right on, especially during the chorus of the “London Calling”-intro “Right on Time.” The Peppers have the arena rock, modern radio thing on lock these days, and they sell the records to fill the seats. Swinging between the young and old, between pelvic thrusting and plaintive drifting, no longer just socks-and-crotch, but emotive lighting and cell phone-waving. No cleared floor for mosh-madness and no blown roof – all the better for bigger-sounding, all-ages singalong:
What I got you got to give it to your mama / What I got you got to give it to your papa / What I got you got to give it to your daughter.