Uncle Al is 60 years old. The first set was slow and maybe the years were starting to show. That’s he’s playing at all is welcome and the crowd was grateful. Last year’s show had plenty of energy but this was a palpable drop. Most of that first set was new stuff. He’s moved more political and has repeated some of the anti-Trump imagery throughout the show. The songs were more atmospheric but still had the Ministry roots.
Al came back and thanked us for letting him play the new stuff. As a “reward” he took us back to the
Griffin came with again but he’s too fancy for the pit (again). He watched from the VIP balcony and managed to avoid the sweat and blood. Not my blood but I’m sure I bruised a rib or two. Familiar faces and a few new ones. Tall hippies taking eyes out with swinging
Twice I was thrown in by people but I didn’t fall once. I managed to keep my watch on this time as well. The night ended as usual, hugs and smiles all around. The guitarist came through the crowd after packing up and took photos while chatting up the fans. Al was long gone. Probably napping or getting a massage. I hope I can rage like him at 60.
I Know Words
Victims of a Clown
We’re Tired of It
The Land of Rape and Honey
Just One Fix