guitargonish wrote:
My only real live FZ show was in Omaha, in (I think) 1984.
Overall, this was a blast! Everyone played their asses off, the band was very tight, and the choice of tunes was delicious. DZ sounded excellent, and played a lot of burning guitar without seemingly breaking a sweat at all. Ray sounds incredible and ageless, and Joe was especially intense.
It didn't have that edge-of-chaos anything-might-happen thing, in which gas masks, whips, politicians, vegetables, or even the Secret Word might appear, but I didn't really expect that. (Although, while DZ was tuning up between a couple of tunes, someone yelled 'Caravan With A Drum Sola', which Ray, Scheila and Joe happily provided.) This group seems to be dedicated only to playing the shit out of the music.
There were a couple of honest-to-goodness holy-shit jaw-dropping moments (St. Alfonso being one), where the band was so blindingly effortlessly ON that they sort of disappeared, and the real magic wired into the tunes came out. It was like thousands of tiny thumbs urging one to let go.
I'd do this again anytime.
Don't forget the Wet T-Shirt Night theatrics! That was some good stuff that wasn't expected.