The brothers Gallagher and the rest of Oasis ignited their home town of Manchester with a 15 song set. This was towards the end for what was the band Oasis, but coming back to their home city brought something out of them that people hadn’t seen for a while. The beginning of the concert was actually stopped because the barrier keeping the fans in the pit from the stage broke. The fans were all in…
Performing their big hits with the fans singing along probably motivated the band even more. With an encore and a cover of the “The Who’s – My Generation” to finish the night, I believe that the always feuding Noel and Liam Gallagher were able to perform close to their best. Oasis please come back….
RATM is a timeless band. The words of Zack De La Rocha about political activism and equality are more important than ever. The way the band can blow the speakers of a stage while still telling a story is incredible. Opening the show with “Testify” and closing with “Bullet in the Head”, the crowd never stopped and was raging themselves.
The PA system went down towards the end of the set so Zack decided to spit a freestyle that kept the crowd engaged. RATM has always been a band that I would love to see live. The energy the guys bring and the meaning behind the words is something special.
Shout out to youtube…
Pearl Jam – Pinkpop – June 8th 1992
It’s the iconic photo turned poster that every other dude had hanging on his dorm room wall. Eddie Vedder soaring through the air like a beautiful grunge angel into a crowd of accepting mortals. Riding the high of the success of their debut album Ten, the band came out swinging. Playing all their now huge hits. Opening with “Even Flow” and not letting up until Eddie gave a heartfelt speech to the Dutch fans. They end their regular set with “Porch” which turns into a glorious jam session which included a lot of jumping, kicking, playing each other’s instruments and of course Eddie climbing a camera tower, flying into the crowd and emerging as a legend. Every Pearl Jam fan wishes they could have been there and I am no exception.
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Slane Castle – August 23rd 2003
John Frusciante looked like Jesus with holy fingers, Flea was wearing a skeleton onesie, Kiedis was ripped as always doing weird body contusions and Chad was slamming the tubs looking like Will Ferrell. All 80,000 people in attendance that night got one hell of a show. They mixed in some awesome covers (“Havana Affair – Ramones) along with their hits. They extended songs with bad-ass outros, took turns soloing and Flea even played a trumpet. I bought the DVD in high school and still watch it at least once a year. They were flawless that night and I would have loved to have witnessed it even if I was one of the unlucky folk in the way back.
Shout out to YouTube for allowing us to experience these concerts and dream about being there.
All names are fictitious because my friends like keeping their jobs…
Let’s start this damn thing with a quote. Confucius once said, “Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change”. I never met the old timer, but that Chinese dude knew his shit. With tradition comes a sense of normalcy; a sort of depending factor in which you know things will be the same but always changing. That sounded shitty, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m talking about. That quote sounded dope and this article is about tradition. Tradition in a young man’s life that has continued into early adulthood. What am I referencing you might ask? This glorious representation of tradition that I so confusedly talked about is indeed, The LimpStick Invitational. Follow me through this journey of debauchery, drunkenness, and to put a friendly spin on things, friendship. Awwwwwwww, (8 W’s).
I’m sitting in my Buddy “John”’s living room early one Saturday morning; early enough that you might still be drunk from that night before, you’re delirious and tired, and you are laughing (more of a almost throw up giggle) at everything in preparation for the hangover that is really about to set it. There is about 4 or 5 of us laying on the floor or couch talking about the night before and trying to put things together and reminiscing about how dumb we are, when all of a sudden (a nameless friend) jumps out of his seat and yells, “holy shit, I just remembered I got arrested last night”! I know what you’re thinking…..if you know me and you’re reading this, you are well aware of who this friend is. The rest of us in the living room look at him cross-eyed confused. Questions like, how did you just remember this? What did you do? And how are you here right now and did you escape from jail? You know, normal Saturday morning questions. To shorten this story up and to get to the point of the article; this idiot friend of mine was indeed arrested for trying to tackle a stop sign. I’m going to say that again, trying to TACKLE a stop sign. He was released after a few dropped soaps later and somehow made it back to the house. This story was simply another tale from the LimpStick Invitational.
So what is the LimpStick Invitational you might be asking? Or you might just be reading this because you are bored at work and are at this time, wondering when this article gets good. Well, back toward the end of my college days; The Godfather, who we will call “Bartholemew” (because that’s a solid fake name), decided to start a humble golf tournament with a few college friends. You know, a quick 9 hole round, drink some beers, have a few laughs, then maybe meet down at the local bar to have a few night caps. Little did The Godfather know the monster of a golf weekend he was about to create.
The first couple of years, LimpStick 1-3, the golf tournament averaged about 10 or so guys. It was a simpler time. The emergence of social media and your basic word of mouth created a monster turn for LimpStick 4, 5, and 6. Because of the shear number of people that would now be attending, around 40-60, new protocols had to be made. The godfather decided to make this a full weekend event. By this time we were all out of college and it turned into a college reunion back to our stomping grounds of yesteryear. It went like this…
As the golf round finished up, the party train continues. We would find a house that was hosting a party, it was usually nice out, and we would further the send sesh. Some of us broke away from the group and went to the bars, some of us would find a pool to lounge in, some of us even sobered up out of a black out to find themselves in the middle of a poker tournament at the local casino. We took over the old college town and left it worse then when we found it. I can say this with confidence because our group was banned for life from that golf course. So where the fuck do we go next…?
Well, let’s think about that for a second. The core group of dudes that have been attending LSI since the beginning somewhat agreed that it really got out of hand the last couple of year. Was it great? Of course it was. But we were all getting a little older now, therefore more mature obvi. So where is the next logical place to go being that we cannot go back to our old college town? Yes that’s right; Las Fucking Vegas.
We took our talents to Vegas. “We”, was a small group of about 10 that are venturing off to somewhere the LSI has never been before. It was a perfect weekend of good weather, pool parties, I think we golfed, and too many laughs a dude can’t remember. The LSI tradition would not be stopped because of that dick head Course Marshall that kicked us out for life for breaking 3 of his golf carts. The LimpStick lived on in Vegas…
Since Vegas, we have continued the tradition around the local area with the same core group. The stories from every LSI get placed in our memory bank and stored. Memories of our friend “John” getting arrested, or the several pool parties, and the folklore of every LimpSticker in the past; these things will not be forgotten. The Godfather created something that we can all look forward to throughout the year. It’s immediately put on our calendars the second a date is picked. The boys of the LimpStick invitational have created a ritual. As I sit here and write this; the anticipation for LimpStick 10 is real. Where are we going to go next? Mexico? Brazil? Canada? Only time will tell. So as Confucius stated…”Only the wisest and stupidest men never change”. I think we are a little bit of both.