I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers at Jones Beach yesterday. I last saw them on May 20, 2003 at Madison Square Garden. It was amazing. I don't know how else to put it—it just has to be experienced to be understood.
The show began with French Toast, a band that consists of two people so they had to keep switching instruments or play multiple instruments simultaneously.
Queens of the Stone Age came on next. This was the third time I saw them and the first time they were on. They played surprisingly well.
The Peppers kicked ass as usual. The didn't play Californication for some reason, but were still awesome. If you haven't seen the Red Hot Chili Peppers live, there is nothing like it and I strongly recommend it.
Memorable Moments (in order of occurence):
- Me: “To get to the front we can be aerodynamic and put Kenny in the front. Andrew can be in the back to push.”
Kenny: “You can be the parachute.”
Sam (five hours later): “Haha! Parachute!”
- Random asshat: “French Toast? Who names their band after a food?” He was not at all sarcastic.
Me (to said asshat): “I'm hungry for some Red Hot Chili Peppers!”
- Me: “I want to be a roadie.”
Andrew (thinking roadies means groupies): “I want to be in the band and get the roadies.”
- Some asshat ran on stage during “Under the Bridge” and started dancing. He was dragged off by security guards that nearly twisted his arms off. The Chili Peppers claimed that it was planned.
- After the concert as we met Danny and his cousin by the flagpole to get the tickets paid for a group gathered around us thinking we were selling drugs.
Holy crap! It was amazing!