Last night my 4,312-day Stone Temple Pilots concert drought came to an
end as the four men of the newly reunited STP brought their aged selves
onto the Les Schwab Amphitheater stage on a particularly brisk night
for what can be most easily and predictably described as a 1990s
nostalgia sing-along.
After waiting for a good hour after I disappointingly missing openers
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Led Zeppelin’s “Good Times, Bad Times”
boomed over the largest collection of speakers I’ve ever seen on the
LSA stage and the lights finally went dim. Enter three-fourths of STP,
dressed for the event with bassist Robert DeLeo actually in a sport
coat variation and brother Dean in some sort of quirky-yet-classy
Western shirt. They all saddled up – but still no sight of Scott
Weiland. Instantly, my mind went a little nuts as it often does,
wondering if Weiland had again fallen off the wagon and was maybe
camped out somewhere in between Bend and Seattle (where the band played
a headlining slot at Bumbershoot) ingesting whatever substances he
could get his hands on. I imagined him sitting in a drainage ditch for
some reason – perhaps that’s what my generation expects out of Weiland.
But then out of the shadows, the red glimmer of a freshly lit cigarette
glowed through the darkened stage and there was Mr. Weiland.
With a cowboy hat, scarf, sunglasses, and skin-tight designer jeans,
Weiland took one last drag, hacked a sizable chunk of saliva to the
side and got the show on the road, manhandling the microphone stand as
only Weiland can do as the band got things started with “Big Empty.” It
was only a few seconds later that, just as my pubescenent eyes saw on
November 11, 1996, precisely 4,312 days prior, Weiland hopped up on the
monitor speakers and strutted around. And just as I did more than 4,000
days ago in Seattle’s Mercer Arena, I, and everyone around me was
singing along, without a care of how silly a line like “her dizzy head
is conscious laden” sounds. How often do you describe one’s head as
“conscious laden”? Probably not often.
But nonetheless, the sing-along continued through familiar ditties like
“Creep,” “Big Bang Baby,” “Lady Picture Show” and of course, of course,
of course “Plush.” Weiland is still heroin-addict skinny (that’s just
illustrative language and not to be taken literally, OK?) and still
arrogant as all hell, dishing out the occasional hip thrust and finger
point from his front-of-stage, monitor speaker altar. In this day of
modest indie rockers who enjoy themselves on stage, yet have no
delusions of hubris, it was strangely refreshing to see the kind of
showmanship Weiland brings to the table. Another weird thing about
Weiland…he was super tan. You don’t see that in a rock star too often.
The venue included seats for the first several rows, stopping any
chance of a mosh pit, as was once the norm at an STP show. There seemed
to be more than a few testosterone overloaded fans who disagreed with
the fence keeping them from getting closer to Weiland and the guys, as
a massive contingent gathered around the entrance to the seated area.
One aforementioned man-of-men showed his disappointment by hucking a
trash can over the fan at a security guard. But for the most part, STP
fans have aged to the less aggressive, stand-and-sing-along types,
rather than mosh pit enthusiasts.
Damn, I used to love mosh pits.
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Putting ketchup on a Bratwurst. Now, I’m not sure what the two have to do with each other, but hot and juicy mosh pits are perfectly made for grunge-rock-headbanging madness, so maybe there’s a similarity. They got it as wrong as you can get for this show.
By the Video you were outside of the seated area. So you didn’t know that the first several rows were removed after the first five rows rushed the stage. Moshing was attempted and stopped. Some of us remember the old shows.
Was there seriously an hour between BRMC and STP!?
If so, that is beyond ridiculous.
Yeah I was totally behind the seated area, but had a feeling there was some sort of madness going on up front. I’m still wondering why on earth there would be seats for a show like that.