Henry Ford Theater
The sort of rare performance that gives you chills along the spine for close to 2 hours, makes you walk on a cloud the following day, and stays with you long after it’s over
If some hardcore bands deploy tons of physical energy to wake up the crowd, Bad Brains certainly don’t, their serenity and tranquil strength on stage heavily contrasted with their loud and furious music and the mayhem they had triggered in the crowd
Sometimes I think I live in a sort of third world country! Last night, the winds were strong, but it wasn’t even close to a hurricane! What happened? The city wasn’t able to restore electricity after an hour and the whole neighborhood was in the dark for I-don’t-know-how-long
Big Freedia couldn’t stop haranguing her ass-dancers, and she looked like a tireless cheerleader-in chief, even slapping them on the buttock, and I wanted to kill myself as her voice was piercing my brain like a strident jackhammer that would never stop its nervous breakdown.
Peaches is the DJ queen of queer, and what she did last night went way beyond music, she served us a flamboyant, sexually charged, bizarre over-the-top performance incorporating provocative dances, baroque costumes, and should I say a lot of boobs?
Xavier Rudd is a one-man band, playing multiple instruments at the same time, using many guitars, stomp box, harmonica and percussion during his set, switching to a full drum set for some songs, even incorporating indigenous Australian didgeridoos
They have an unassuming presence on stage, five guys doing what they have to do without unnecessary talking, occasionally sipping their beer bottles, with just a brief and humble introduction by Stuart Braithwaite at the beginning of the show