A little gift for those of you who noticed three Incubus songs in particular that weren’t heard at either of the Las Vegas concerts. Here’s Dig, Promises Promises, and an acoustic version of Love Hurts from last September’s Miami show. I wasn’t that close to the stage, but had a fairly unobstructed view. For some reason, though, I recorded Love Hurts with an iTouch instead of a real camera, so for that part there’s nothing much to look at except a brief glimpse of the Miami skyline, but hearing the crowd singing along is enough to make up for it.
And not a zombie in sight, by the way.
Peace, love, and Incubus
Having just read this post from someone who attended the Incubus concert in Auckland today (or yesterday, I guess, if you live on my side of the International Date Line), I’m reminded to blog about an incident that occurred at last September’s Miami show. The Auckland post describes a fair amount of pushing and punching and general aggressiveness among the crowd. Can someone please tell me what is up with that? I don’t know about Auckland, but in Miami, and in other cities on the tour (this is someone’s video from Chicago), the encore was Tomorrow’s Food, accompanied by a montage of film clips with images of hearts beating, plants growing, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, birth, death, the cosmos, and other cycle-of-life kind of stuff. Evidently, though, not everyone gets the message. When the Miami concert ended and we were all filing out of the venue, a couple of guys carrying the flag of a Latin American country (I’m not sure which one), started whooping it up in Spanish about some soccer game they’d just won. They were very cheerful and not bothering anyone. But this being uptight Miami, a city with a lot of tension between the Latin and Anglo communities (and within those groups as well), some Anglo guy (who had no doubt been drinking) just had to start shouting “This is America - why don’t you go back to where you came from,” or something along those lines. The scene quickly deteriorated, and though it didn’t come to blows, it bummed out everyone within earshot who, until that moment, had still been in the throes of the Incubus-induced warm fuzzies. Call me a hippie, but I just don’t understand these Incubus fans who don’t seem to get what Incubus is about. The band has its own philanthropic foundation, they align themselves with organizations that promote charity and sustainability, and they show film clips of Gandhi at their concerts, for heaven’s sake. Why can’t we all just get along?
30 day Incubus challenge
Day 13: Your favorite Incubus live performance.
I’ve only seen them once, last September in Miami, before I even considered myself a huge fan. I really wasn’t expecting much of anything, but by the end of that evening I was done for. If I didn’t have to work, I’d now be going bankrupt and making a fool of myself following Incubus around the world.
Here are brief clips of Megalomaniac and A Certain Shade of Green from the Miami show.
30 day Incubus challenge
Day 6: Your favorite song from Make Yourself.
You’d think it’d be Stellar, since I’m such a fan of things that happen in outer space, but The Warmth, Clean, and When It Comes are my win, place, and show, with Pardon Me rounding out the field. And then there’s a little number called Drive…
(Brandon’s dance at 2:36 makes up for my bad camera work in this video of The Warmth from this past September’s Miami show.)
One more video from this past Tuesday’s Incubus concert in Miami - Defiance.
In This Moment, I Am Happy…
OMFG, I just got back from seeing Incubus for the first time.
Okay, listen. About 15 years ago, I went to a French film festival and Gérard Depardieu was there. He walked out onto the stage looking like he’d just stepped off the red-eye, wearing a jacket so wrinkled it must have been scrunched up inside a suitcase, but without saying a word, just standing there with his arms outstretched to the audience, he threw the whole place into such a frenzy, I’d never experienced anything like it. Not since then have I seen anyone with that kind of charisma - until tonight. Brandon Boyd is smokin’ hot, with the best voice in rock and roll since I don’t know who. And believe me, I’ve been going to concerts longer than most of you reading this have been alive, and I’ve seen some pretty spectacular people - Robert Plant, Mick Jagger, Tina Turner, and lots of others - I certainly never thought I’d ever see anyone cooler than Robert Plant, but there it is. The other members of Incubus are stupendous as well, and are all so in sync with each other. Combine all of this with a lovely venue (the Klipsch Amphitheater) - relatively small, with the Miami skyline as a backdrop and the breeze from Biscayne Bay - and it all adds up to one pretty awesome evening. Even the very tall person who sat in front of me couldn’t dampen my spirits - like a gift from heaven he went to get a beer just as the band started playing my favorite song from the new album (In the Company of Wolves). I didn’t even attempt to get a video - I just wanted to enjoy my wonderfully unobstructed view. Here’s Dig instead, which, with my camera’s slightly muffled sound, doesn’t even begin to tell the story of how these guys exceeded my expectations tonight, but you get the idea.