TENACIOUS D@House of Blues, New Orleans, LA
October 17, 2001
Y'all, I finally got some D.
TENACIOUS D
@House of Blues, New Orleans, LA
October 17, 2001
Y'all, I finally got some D.
Oh yes, and it was so hard to get one. Everybody else had one; they had scored earlier. I felt lucky, so I thought I'd try it. I walked the street, asking if anybody had one. No love. I asked a cutie in line; he said he couldn't get one at first, but he expressed his need and was requited. He wished me good luck. I tried it his way, but the woman wouldn't have it. I relayed my condition to the one who fastens the bracelets; I said I'd give him 20 bucks. It WAS the going rate. He instructed me that it wasn't that easy; I had to be very very patient. Things just didn't work that way. Yes, he told me, it started with him, but you had to play the game. So we chilled. All this while, my thirst grew. I had to quench it with a pint of Abita amber. I met some others who had already had it in the process. Some even had it on their t-shirts. They were handjobs. One looked like Sasquatch! I got a little weird when the guy in the fuzzy mouse suit entered. Refreshed, I resumed the game. He hooked me up and his partner let me slip in the back. I GOT MY TICKET FOR TENACIOUS D!
New Orleans, House of Blues—Jack Black and Kyle Gass were HILARIOUS. They started out with some Flash Gordon, and some Fat Albert, and my face permagrinned until after the encore. The man is a genius. Lee busted his moves, Spider-Man leapt off speakers, Jack Black enthralled us with his innovative "inside breathing" and serenaded us with the experimental saxobone, surely to be the new era of electronica. And their movie really blows.
The two absolutely had their act together. Their antics, punchlines and segues were fluent as braided breaths. They were so connected that even in silence their pauses, facial reactions and quarter-turns were synched. How they keep their poker faces I'll never know. The encore was great; reigned Sex Supreme, and Jack did something with his voice in the mic, perhaps on cue with the soundguy. He pressed different depths in my brain all of a sudden—it was like he used his Adam's apple as a crossfader or something. He continued doing all this experimental soundmaking, like a scat session. Ch-cha ta ba-de-dat-dah! My head exploded; it was my favorite! I could have listened to a whole other concert of just that! So cool.
I'd elect these guys to rule the planet. Shelley Pellegrin
