I heard the music. I’d seen some of the videos and I dug the music, but I had no conception until Lollapalooza 1992.
I was working in radio and we gave away tickets to the tour to what was then the Blockbuster Pavilion (now the PNC Pavilion) and my soon to be wife and I decided to go to the whole day event.
I had never before seen or appreciated what a diverse show like Lolla meant for the audience or the artists.
I saw Jesus and the Mary Chain playing so low and not engaging with the audience that people were talking over them. They literally stared at their shoes for the whole set.
I also saw Ministry…An absolute genius assault on the senses. To this day I can’t describe what that set was like. There were people in American Indian head dress, nuclear explosions and music so loud that you felt like you were coming apart. Couldn’t do it justice then or now.
Then came the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They were the headliner for the night.
This was the band at the height of its power.
The audience danced.
They took the accumulated pizza boxes (Dominos) from the day and piled them into a bon fire and danced around it like pagans worshiping their ancient gods.
Then there were the flaming helmets on the band.
They looked like ancient flaming rock gods in a way.
It was a weird day.
It is a fond memory.
Flea had nothing but a sock on his junk…silver body paint and a flaming helmet.
They were powerful, but that seems like a fire hazard.