Radiothing 2000 in Tampa. Fortunately we had our Floridian friend Todd Diciurcio on hand to spice up our 25 minute set today. He’s an artist. After we played “Barrel of a Gun” and “Happier” we brought him and his bare canvas on stage for the rest of the set so he could create an improvised portrait of our band during the show:
Monthly Archives: May 2000
The Omaha show (sorry we’ve been forgetting to list these radio festival gigs on the site) was ridiculous. We played with Tone Loc, Mandi Moore, LFO, Hanson, Christina, and others. The crowd had know idea who we were and didn’t care that we played our instruments while most of the other acts on the bill just danced to their records.
We did get a nice Pavlovian squeal out of the crowd when we took an overly-dramatic bow with our arms linked together from the front of the stage at the end of our 24-minute set. The audience of 10 year old girls from Nebraska seemed to miss the sarcasm of the gesture and we left the stage laughing hysterically while Tone Loc’s road crew set up his DAT player.
Friday night. Omaha Nebraska. We have reason to believe Christina Aguilera is staying in the same hotel as us tonight. So we’re planning on staking out a spot in the lobby where we’ll pretend to play cribbage until we get a glimpse. Unfortunately we have to catch a flight home right after our set tomorrow, so we won’t be around to witness the festival headliners: Hanson, LFO, and Christina…
Thankfully, all three of us reviewed Foreigner’s performance in Memphis two weeks ago, so please consult the May 7th road diaries to get your fill of irreverent commentary on a modern artist who writes bigger hits than we do.
we recycled a joke for our entrance saturday night at the state theater in maine. a couple years ago at a halloween show at avalon in boston (the one with the christmas theme) we had three imposters in full-body halloween costumes take the stage instead of us. the crowd went nuts, thinking it was the three of us dressed as gorillas or whatever, and then we delivered the punch line, walking out and taking our instruments from them anti-climactically in our regular clothes.
so we attempted the joke again in maine, having found three anakin skywalker masks on the bus while cleaning it out (we bid the bus adieu this weekend)… our three imposters took the stage in their star wars masks, trying their best to nail down our mannerisms, but the crowd was just confused. then we came out, our imposters left, and we revelled in anti-climax for a few seconds before kicking into “happier.” the maine show was good, though we felt a little fatigued toward the end. i think we need this break from the road, though thursday’s show in nashville was probably the best of the whole tour.
this week we have a few radio show obligations to fulfill (tonight in new york, thursday in alabama, saturday in nebraska with hanson and christine aguilera — i’m not kidding)and then we have a month off, more or less. expect big announcements about our big big august appearances in BOSTON and NEW YORK soon. the road diary may get a little quiet in the coming weeks, but we still love you.
hello from nashville where we are soon to perform our last southern show for quite a while. the summer tour doesn’t appear to be rolling through this part of the country.
last night in greenville we got to play a show with jump little children before they go into the studio to record their new album. they played a song in their set called “angel dust” that struck me as The Greatest Song Ever. watch for it. after the show the student activities kids at furman university showed up with 22 piping hot boxes of glazed krispy kreme donuts for everyone who was loading out. the 4 that i ate (donuts, not boxes of donuts) struck me as The Greatest Donuts Ever.
off to maine!?
Hello all–this is Adam here to give you my take on what I call the “Foreigner Fiasco.” First of all, I woke up in the morning (ok it was 1pm) at the concert site to the infamous Memphis heat baking over a field of what smelled suspiciously like horse poo. We played first on the “Manure Stage” before Randy Newman, Ricki Lee Jones, Collective Soul, and of course in much excitement and anticipation, Foreigner.
We were a little worried when no one was in front of the stage ten minutes before we were supposed to play, until we realised that we were in the Central Time Zone and had an hour and ten minutes before we play, and they didn’t even open the gates yet! The set went well–we played to a very enthusiastic festival crowd, and we were done playing at 2:30, leaving all day to eat foot-long corn dogs, ride on the Tilt-a-whirl, catch a sunburn, and await the arrival of rock gods, FOREIGNER!!! I actually heard the sax player warming up the big high note in “Urgent” (if you don’t know what I’m talking about now, you will next time you hear that song.) So finally, the lights go dark and the cheesey announcer introduces in his best WWF voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, FOREIGNER!” So then these old guys with big hair get on stage and launch into a rockin’ “Hot Blooded” until the Sam Kinison look-alike singer started singing. I use the term “singing” loosely–he was horrendous! For the love of god! Stop the insanity! I had to leave the area immediately. I walked to the food area, ate a few more foot-longs which I chased down with a couple funnel cakes and sat down with a belly-ache in front of the “Fabulous T-Birds” who completely kicked Foreigner’s ass. I officially rate Foreigner’s live show “S” for sh*t.