What went down was a gross example of rock-star attitude at its most bloated and reprehensible! Cantrell has the nerve to ignore all requests for photos with fans, remaining silent as he mechanically autographs fans' ticket stubs. I, personally, ask this fuckhead to take a picture three times and he doesn't say a single goddamn word! So I do the most controversial and volatile thing anyone can do, and I yell at that blonde, long-haired faggot and I say loudly and clearly for everyone to hear: "It should have been you instead of Layne!" With that, Cantrell leaps out of the van and screams aloud: "Who said that?" not knowing that it was yours truly. Unfortunately, drummer and Mr. Giganto-schnoz-Beakface, or Sean Kinney as some of you may know him as, points me out like a little bitch-snitch and Cantrell proceeds to confront me. Naturally, I stand my ground and tell off Cantrell for disrespecting his fans. His excuse was "I'm sick!" and throws something at me like a little bitch. (Kinney also claimed that he was sick but was still good enough to take a photo with fans.) Hey, Jerry, there are "No Excuses" for douchebaggery, you punk! His actions and attitude that night, which actually occurred on Day 2 (March 9), was uncalled for and disappointing. My only regret is that I didn't record that goddamn incident and post it on YouTube!
With that said, the first of two nights with Alice in Chains was dynamite! After missing them at the one-off show at Irving Plaza, I managed to get myself in to this show thanks to a member of the AIC crew, who shall remain nameless. The two nights at Terminal 5 were sold-out and fans both young and old waited anxiously to catch the Seattle grunge troop take the stage and fire away with classics and newer, instant classics. One-by-one, the hits and filler hits kept coming and everyone was in unison for the next two hours singing along and having a great time. People were smoking weed, smoking regular cigarettes, sweating, and singing some more. At times, William DuVall and that blonde fag Cantrell traded off singing duties quite seemlessly, while Mike Inez, a gentleman of the highest order, rattled the venue with some genuine bass. The night was fierce and began with an menacing intro that included a screen that depicted the heart, featured on the cover of BGWTB, throbbing to the sound of a heartbeat and the silhouettes of the band members, and culminating with a devastating, yet confident, setlist:
"All Secrets Known"
"It Ain't Like That"
"Again"
"Check My Brain"
"Them Bones"
"Dam That River"
"Rain When I Die"
"Your Decision"
"Got Me Wrong"
"We Die Young"
"Last of My Kind"
"Nutshell"
"Sickman"
"Lesson Learned"
"Acid Bubble"
"Love, Hate, Love"
"Would?"
"No Excuses"
Encore:
"Man in the Box"
"Rooster"
It seemed like an endless night of hard-hitting rock 'n' roll and a welcome return to the new Alice in Chains. And while Layne Staley is still sorely missed, which would have better served the Cantrell-fronted songs rather than the DuVall trade-offs, it is clear that this band is looking forward with no regrets, no excuses, and no turning back.
MIDDLE CLASS RUT - From Sacramento, CA, this duo of guitarist/singer and drummer - SANS BASSIST - invoke a pretty infectious, though somewhat incoherent, punk/noise rock/rockabilly groove with even funnier songs like "Fuck Off" and "Suck My Balls." Cobain would be proud. Set Grade: B
ALICE IN CHAINS - 90s Seattle grunge icons roar back with a vengeance and reward the crowd with old favorites and newer favorites. It's just two bad that some of their members - Cantrell and Kinney - are complete douchebags! Set Grade: A
Show Grade: A-
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