I'm reading Scar Tissue right now, on the recommendation of my good pal Eric, and it is awesome, which is why I can't stop listening to old RHCP lately and or talking about Anthony Kiedis. Ask me anything about Anthony Kiedis and I will creepily recite facts at you. There are few bands I feel this strongly about. Seeing RHCP at Penn State my sophomore year of college was one of my top 5 concerts ever. Such a story behind that concert and how I came to finally be in its attendance.... lol. (ok whatever sometimes a grown ass girl has to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a farm party to get everyone's sympathy and prove her point.)
But it all worked out in the end ( ... for everyone but Braham.)
By the Way had just come out, which is arguably my favorite Chili Peppers album... up there with Blood Sugar Sex Magik and Californication. It was so important to me in that time and space and I can still play it in its entirety today. So as
Now you should know right now that 9 times out of 10 I am not this girl. I am perfectly content at a concert as long as I can see and hear and have a little space to bop around. But I lead everyone through the crowd on the floor; pretending I was returning to my rightful, earned, camped out, Paternovilled position; calling out "Braddd!"and not really actively looking for Brad at all.
I get right up to the gates, front row. Who do I see dead in front of me? F*cking B-rad. Unbelievable. "I wasn't even really looking for you, dude." I watched the whole show pressed against the gates with 9 of my best college buddies and they played every song I wanted to hear. It could have only been improved with the addition of tube socks. It was awesome.
At some point I think my other friend "Dan" convinced me to get on his shoulders and flash Flea, (which I was later called out on by a classmate who was also at the show, which was NOT embarassing.) Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Hope I get to see them again this summer!