Show Reviews: Trey Anastasio 10.28.05 and Dave Matthews with Tim Reynolds 10.28.05
Editor's Note: For a complete recap of what went down last Friday, visit the Tao of Pauly to read the extended version of this post called Vegas Friday: The Day Before Vegoose, which includes plenty of discussion about hookers.
The plan was to get to the Aladdin and sell an extra ticket that the Joker had. We then had back-to-back shows to see: Dave Matthews (solo) with Tim Reynolds at 8pm and Trey Anastasio Band at Midnight. Both were held at the Aladdin Theatre, but we had to leave after the Dave Matthews show and get back in line and come in to see Trey. Any guy who has been to a Dave Matthews Band show would tell you that Dave gets some of the best pussy at his shows. Hands down. Even Daddy agreed with my assessment of the talent in Dave's crowd. Yeah, as Molly reminded me why I went to see Dave Matthews... to hit on sorority chicks. They might dress crunchy and smoke enough dope to get an entire reggae band high, but they also shave their arm pits and wear Victoria's secret g-strings.
Within a few minutes of our arrival at the Aladdin, the Joker sold his extra ticket and I scored some dank from a hippie kid from California. It was a strain of blueberry and smelled delicious. He wanted to sell it to me in the actual casino, but I was too afraid of the eye in the sky, so we did the exchange some place else. We also scored some molly from a spun out dude with a sideways hat. We were set and headed for the bar near the poker room which started to fill up with people heading to the concert. I called AlCantHang for my one and only dial-a-shot during my multi-day bender.
We went into the venue early to scope out the hot chicks. We found our seats, grabbed beers, then went back into the rotunda to ogle at the chicks. The Joker befriended two from Boston and we chatted them up for while before the show began.
We had seats on the right of the stage near the back of the 200 section. The theatre is plush and spacious with a balcony. There's really no bad seats in the house. They do not allow smoking in the venue but that didn't prevent people from sparking up. Dave Matthews sang and played acoustic guitar while sitting on a stool. Tim Reynolds stood and played an amazing guitar and would drop plenty of loops into the mix. Dave kept making horrible Thunder from Down Under jokes and I was convinced afterwards that he was actually gay.
I knew about half of Dave's material and he played a steady mix of DMB and his solo stuff. I walked away super impressed with Tim Reynolds. If Dave played by himself, I dunno if I could have sat through the show... even with all the hot chicks in attendance. But Tim Reynolds held my attention.
We wandered out to the Strip to get some air and noticed that the casino and rotunda area started to fill up wit Phish kids and people getting in line for Trey's Midnight show. Las Vegas Blvd. in front of the Aladdin was turned into a mini-Shakedown Street where tons of people were selling various goods... legal and illegal... like posters, t-shirts, marijuana, and other psychedelics. We shuffled by the masses and wandered into a construction site adjacent to the Aladdin where we smoked up some of the blueberry and marveled at the bright lights of the Strip.
We wandered back over to the front of the casino and sat down to do some more people watching. There was a kid in a tie-dye who looked like he was in high school siting next to us with his girlfriend. She wore a long green dress and looked like she was barely 16 years old. He had a ton of acid to sell but was worried that he would get busted. We joked with him that we were FBI agents, but he sold us some anyway. He mentioned that he had not been to too many shows because he wasn't 21 and most bands that he liked had an age requirement of 21 and older. He was trying to tell the Joker that Cheesekids (teenagers who followed around String Cheese Incident) were good people.
"I know. I live in Boulder," answered the Joker. "I see Cheesekids and the guys in the band all the time."
The kid liked the Cheese and didn't even know they were from Colorado. That's what happens when you chomp on acid every day from ages 16 through 18. Although naive, he seemed nice enough and he had a hot girlfriend who we still couldn't figure out was jail bait or not. For a brief moment, I considered beating the piss out of him, stealing his drugs, and running away to San Francisco with his girlfriend. But then I'd have an Amber Alert on my hands. The federalies would lock me up and throw away the key for sure if I was caught with a glove compartment full of doses.
We went back in for Trey and found our seats, the next to last row in the 200 level. As one guy put it, two more rows back and we're out in the casino. He's the same guy who said, "Phish would have smoked the hell out of this joint!" I agreed but knew that Trey would bring his best efforts. There was a funny poster of Trey in the casino and he was making a face like he was jerking off. The Joker made an assertion that Trey's shows are actual 3 hour long masturbation session where he just jerks off on stage for a while. Ever since Phish broke up, we've had to experience Trey's spank sessions. But like I said earlier, everyone happily soaked up every ounce of his spooge and some Phishkids even sold samples on ebay.
I don't know all of Trey's new material. I know the names of the songs but I'm still not 100% comfortable with everything.
During his setbreaks, Trey's band takes a break while he sits and plays acoustic guitar. Ether Sunday was a nice treat. Pebbles and Marbles is arranged great on an acoustic. I don't like when Phish does it, but Trey manages to do a superb job with it. He ended the mini-set with Bug, another Phish song that I never saw played on acoustic guitar.
Second set was short with only four songs... all jammed out though. Shine is the new single from Trey and he even has a video of it. Eeek gad. At least the video was shot at Red Rocks over the summer during the show that the Joker and I attended. Goodbye Head is a song Trey wrote with his daughter. It's OK, but he could have done something much cooler with that time. The last two songs were the peak of the show... Mr. Completely > Low. The Mr. Completely was intense and that was the first time all night I listened specifically to Skeeto. Low seems to be the one song that they jam out pretty hard. I think it's the equivalent to Phish's version of Character Zero. Trey ends a lot of his sets with Low I discovered.
I put the First Tube vibe out and Trey picked it up. The light show with bubbles was pretty cool. I thought it was a snow machine, but I was spun our pretty hard by then. Overall, it was a good show but not as good as what we saw at Red Rocks this summer. It seems that Trey dropped all the cover songs his band was playing. That's great artistically... to play more original content. however, the newer songs kill the vibe of the show and because not everyone is familiar with his new stuff, most of them are hearing it for the first time and getting used to how it sounds. It takes bands years of playing together before they find a collective rhythm. Trey's band has only been together for a short while and they have more pressure to gel instantly instead of maturing over the years like Phish did. Trey can still bring it. He pays his heart out at every show. If he has fun, I have fun. But you can't help but wonder why Phish broke up. They guys and girls in his band are accomplished. They can be a good band someday. It's hard for me to grasp why Trey ditched three amazing musicians for several good ones.
The show ended and the crowd rushed back into the casino. I yelled, "They're letting the freaks out! Here come the freaks."
Thousands of spun out hippies, Phishkids, wookies, and other weirdos flooded the Aladdin casino floor just around 4am. For a tourist couple who had no idea there was a music festival going on in Vegas, they must have been freaked out to see so many dirty hippies walking around in a jovial daze. The unleashed freaks did nothing to deter the degenerate gamblers from plugging away at the slot machines. The kept their heads down and continued to gamble while they ignored all the weirdness that went down right behind them. Kids were slinging pot and molly behind rows of slot machines, while other spun out hippie chicks watched the various lights on other slots, or headed to the bar for post-show cocktails, or continued to dance at the bar above the poker room.
Grubby was in the poker room at the time and told me that the entire casino reeked of pot. He thought kids were actually smoking it inside. I'm sure that the aromas of various kind buds wafted from the theatre out to the floor. Grubby also said he saw a few braless hippie chicks wander through the poker room.
To read an extended version of this post, check out... Vegas Friday: The Day Before Vegoose.
The plan was to get to the Aladdin and sell an extra ticket that the Joker had. We then had back-to-back shows to see: Dave Matthews (solo) with Tim Reynolds at 8pm and Trey Anastasio Band at Midnight. Both were held at the Aladdin Theatre, but we had to leave after the Dave Matthews show and get back in line and come in to see Trey. Any guy who has been to a Dave Matthews Band show would tell you that Dave gets some of the best pussy at his shows. Hands down. Even Daddy agreed with my assessment of the talent in Dave's crowd. Yeah, as Molly reminded me why I went to see Dave Matthews... to hit on sorority chicks. They might dress crunchy and smoke enough dope to get an entire reggae band high, but they also shave their arm pits and wear Victoria's secret g-strings.
Within a few minutes of our arrival at the Aladdin, the Joker sold his extra ticket and I scored some dank from a hippie kid from California. It was a strain of blueberry and smelled delicious. He wanted to sell it to me in the actual casino, but I was too afraid of the eye in the sky, so we did the exchange some place else. We also scored some molly from a spun out dude with a sideways hat. We were set and headed for the bar near the poker room which started to fill up with people heading to the concert. I called AlCantHang for my one and only dial-a-shot during my multi-day bender.
We went into the venue early to scope out the hot chicks. We found our seats, grabbed beers, then went back into the rotunda to ogle at the chicks. The Joker befriended two from Boston and we chatted them up for while before the show began.
We had seats on the right of the stage near the back of the 200 section. The theatre is plush and spacious with a balcony. There's really no bad seats in the house. They do not allow smoking in the venue but that didn't prevent people from sparking up. Dave Matthews sang and played acoustic guitar while sitting on a stool. Tim Reynolds stood and played an amazing guitar and would drop plenty of loops into the mix. Dave kept making horrible Thunder from Down Under jokes and I was convinced afterwards that he was actually gay.
I knew about half of Dave's material and he played a steady mix of DMB and his solo stuff. I walked away super impressed with Tim Reynolds. If Dave played by himself, I dunno if I could have sat through the show... even with all the hot chicks in attendance. But Tim Reynolds held my attention.
Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds Aladdin SetlistI kept joking around and saying, "Play Satellite." It's an inside joke that the Joker and I came up with at Deer Creek last year because if you had a guitar in a parking lot of a Phish show, a cute Dave Matthews chick would end up coming over and requesting her favorite song... Satellite by Dave Matthews Band. It's one of my least favorite songs and I kept saying it over and over all night. And on cue, Dave played it at the encore. The Joker and I looked at each other and laughed as we walked out of the theatre. Overall, the show met expectations. The chicks were hot and the music was edible.
Set 1: Intro > Bartender, What Will Become of Me, Save Me, Stand Up, Typical Situation, Help Myself, Stay or Leave, ??, Wharehouse, Cry Freedom, Too Much, Two Step, Tim Reynold's Solo, Smooth Operator/Where Are You Going?, Jimi Thing, Old Dirt Hill, When the World Ends, Gravedigger, Crush, Dancing Nancies
Encore: Everyday, Satellite
We wandered out to the Strip to get some air and noticed that the casino and rotunda area started to fill up wit Phish kids and people getting in line for Trey's Midnight show. Las Vegas Blvd. in front of the Aladdin was turned into a mini-Shakedown Street where tons of people were selling various goods... legal and illegal... like posters, t-shirts, marijuana, and other psychedelics. We shuffled by the masses and wandered into a construction site adjacent to the Aladdin where we smoked up some of the blueberry and marveled at the bright lights of the Strip.
We wandered back over to the front of the casino and sat down to do some more people watching. There was a kid in a tie-dye who looked like he was in high school siting next to us with his girlfriend. She wore a long green dress and looked like she was barely 16 years old. He had a ton of acid to sell but was worried that he would get busted. We joked with him that we were FBI agents, but he sold us some anyway. He mentioned that he had not been to too many shows because he wasn't 21 and most bands that he liked had an age requirement of 21 and older. He was trying to tell the Joker that Cheesekids (teenagers who followed around String Cheese Incident) were good people.
"I know. I live in Boulder," answered the Joker. "I see Cheesekids and the guys in the band all the time."
The kid liked the Cheese and didn't even know they were from Colorado. That's what happens when you chomp on acid every day from ages 16 through 18. Although naive, he seemed nice enough and he had a hot girlfriend who we still couldn't figure out was jail bait or not. For a brief moment, I considered beating the piss out of him, stealing his drugs, and running away to San Francisco with his girlfriend. But then I'd have an Amber Alert on my hands. The federalies would lock me up and throw away the key for sure if I was caught with a glove compartment full of doses.
We went back in for Trey and found our seats, the next to last row in the 200 level. As one guy put it, two more rows back and we're out in the casino. He's the same guy who said, "Phish would have smoked the hell out of this joint!" I agreed but knew that Trey would bring his best efforts. There was a funny poster of Trey in the casino and he was making a face like he was jerking off. The Joker made an assertion that Trey's shows are actual 3 hour long masturbation session where he just jerks off on stage for a while. Ever since Phish broke up, we've had to experience Trey's spank sessions. But like I said earlier, everyone happily soaked up every ounce of his spooge and some Phishkids even sold samples on ebay.
I don't know all of Trey's new material. I know the names of the songs but I'm still not 100% comfortable with everything.
Trey Anastasio Band Aladdin SetlistThe show started a little late, around 12:40am. The crowd was much more inebriated and more rowdy than Dave's fans. We were cooking pretty hard by then after the molly kicked in twenty minute earlier. Nothing too exciting happened until they started playing Money, Love, and Change. Trey ripped that up and I dug Jen Hartswick's background vocals. Trey played two more new songs before Drifting, an old TAB favorite. Then he busted out the only Phish cover of the set... 46 Days. The highlight (as usual) was Night Speaks to a Woman.
Set 1: Air Said to Me, Sleep Again, Money Love and Change, Tuesday, Dark & Down, Drifting, 46 Days, Night Speaks to a Woman, Come as Melody
Trey Acoustic (Setbreak): Invisible, Ether Sunday, Pebbles and Marbles, Bug
Set 2: Shine, Goodbye Head > Mr. Completely, Low
Encore: First Tube
During his setbreaks, Trey's band takes a break while he sits and plays acoustic guitar. Ether Sunday was a nice treat. Pebbles and Marbles is arranged great on an acoustic. I don't like when Phish does it, but Trey manages to do a superb job with it. He ended the mini-set with Bug, another Phish song that I never saw played on acoustic guitar.
Second set was short with only four songs... all jammed out though. Shine is the new single from Trey and he even has a video of it. Eeek gad. At least the video was shot at Red Rocks over the summer during the show that the Joker and I attended. Goodbye Head is a song Trey wrote with his daughter. It's OK, but he could have done something much cooler with that time. The last two songs were the peak of the show... Mr. Completely > Low. The Mr. Completely was intense and that was the first time all night I listened specifically to Skeeto. Low seems to be the one song that they jam out pretty hard. I think it's the equivalent to Phish's version of Character Zero. Trey ends a lot of his sets with Low I discovered.
I put the First Tube vibe out and Trey picked it up. The light show with bubbles was pretty cool. I thought it was a snow machine, but I was spun our pretty hard by then. Overall, it was a good show but not as good as what we saw at Red Rocks this summer. It seems that Trey dropped all the cover songs his band was playing. That's great artistically... to play more original content. however, the newer songs kill the vibe of the show and because not everyone is familiar with his new stuff, most of them are hearing it for the first time and getting used to how it sounds. It takes bands years of playing together before they find a collective rhythm. Trey's band has only been together for a short while and they have more pressure to gel instantly instead of maturing over the years like Phish did. Trey can still bring it. He pays his heart out at every show. If he has fun, I have fun. But you can't help but wonder why Phish broke up. They guys and girls in his band are accomplished. They can be a good band someday. It's hard for me to grasp why Trey ditched three amazing musicians for several good ones.
The show ended and the crowd rushed back into the casino. I yelled, "They're letting the freaks out! Here come the freaks."
Thousands of spun out hippies, Phishkids, wookies, and other weirdos flooded the Aladdin casino floor just around 4am. For a tourist couple who had no idea there was a music festival going on in Vegas, they must have been freaked out to see so many dirty hippies walking around in a jovial daze. The unleashed freaks did nothing to deter the degenerate gamblers from plugging away at the slot machines. The kept their heads down and continued to gamble while they ignored all the weirdness that went down right behind them. Kids were slinging pot and molly behind rows of slot machines, while other spun out hippie chicks watched the various lights on other slots, or headed to the bar for post-show cocktails, or continued to dance at the bar above the poker room.
Grubby was in the poker room at the time and told me that the entire casino reeked of pot. He thought kids were actually smoking it inside. I'm sure that the aromas of various kind buds wafted from the theatre out to the floor. Grubby also said he saw a few braless hippie chicks wander through the poker room.
To read an extended version of this post, check out... Vegas Friday: The Day Before Vegoose.
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