featherynscale | Buffett and Tool

I'm very keen on

chronarchy's divination tools this week. Today, I queried of the Buffett oracle, "Jimmy, what should I watch out for?". And the oracle did reply:
100. What's that thing I see? It's a good lookin' woman with a bottle of Scotch, and she wants to go home with me . . .

Since the good-looking woman I love is profoundly unfond of Scotch, I must conclude that if I came upon a good looking woman with a bottle of Scotch who wanted to come home with me, that it would indeed be something to be concerned about. Or maybe in this case "watch out for" was interpreted as "be alert to the presence of, as an opportunity"... Nah. Probably not.

Anyway, Tool. Yesterday evening was fraught with peril, as there was a traffic accident on I-70. This led me to be late meeting with the rest of the Jolly Pirate Crew, which led

niveus_tigris to forget the booze. The lack of booze was distressing, so much so, that we missed the exit for the concert hall, and had to swing around again, causing

niveus_tigris to make several traffic maneuvers, for which later, undoubtedly, laws will be created bearing his name. Once we arrived, we were late enough that the only place where we could all find a seat together was in the back row of the top balcony shoved over in a corner. Nonetheless, when we stood, we could see the stage, so that was good. Ever the sign of a good show to come, when they dimmed the lights, a shift in the energy of the hall occurred which was later described by

triadruid as "like in Ghostbusters, when they power on the packs, and it makes that sort of vweeeee sound".

The other benefit to our seats was that when the band did come on, the entire hall vibrated (in a manner which suggested that if it had been less well-constructed, it might have come down around our ears), which meant that the odd wood inlay panels behind the back row became giant weird resonator boxes, which offered a completely different listening option when we leaned against them. The band was backed up by four large projection screens, on which video clips, fractal patterns, and other, more biologically disturbing visuals were shown throughout the concert. They played for about two hours, which I think is equal to about 12 songs when you're Tool. They did about four songs off of the new album (of which my copy has not yet arrived in the mail), and filled the rest of the show with stuff from Lateralus and AEnima.

triadruid astonished some kid (who was attending with his mom -- how cool is that?) with his old-school headbanging antics -- when

triadruid does this, he very nearly has floor-to-ceiling hair.

kittenpants was suffering from a day of garage-sale minding and a fall the night before, so was unable to participate in a dancing sort of way, but did apparently get to witness two exceedingly attractive people of indeterminate gender having sex over the rail of the balcony across the way, which the rest of us missed, so that was okay. ("Which song?," I asked. "Schism." "Well, that explains it," said

triadruid, "I didn't see *anything* during Schism." "I saw the inside of my brain for a while," said I.)

Much fun had. Also, the hall seemed to be full of magicians. Some of them were probably even doing it intentionally. The current of the room was exceedingly yummy, and we did eat it up. The air of the room was also filled with much pot smoke, which may have contributed to an intense and powerful need for pie which was felt throughout the car on the way home.

After it was over, I expressed that this was the best show I'd ever been to.

triadruid asked, "Better than Nine Inch Nails?" Totally different than Nine Inch Nails, I told him. The part that appreciates Tool is the brain. Nine Inch Nails appeals to a different portion of the anatomy.