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two vast nomadic tribes converging upon a serene desert oasis,
the faithful followers of the String Cheese Incident and Widespread
Panic descended upon Bonner Springs for the first of a two-night
double bill split between Sandstone and it's cousin across the
state in St. Louis, Riverport Amphitheater. While the main topic
of conversation between members of the two assembled camps in
the lot before the show centered primarily on exactly who was
opening for who, few argued that the extended improvisational
jams and high energy sets favored by both acts were going to
be anything less that spectacular. For those who did insist
on flag-waving displays of allegiance, they were subdued quickly
by either the heat or a well-timed peace pipe.
For the record,
the bands had previously decided to take turns opening for
each other with Widespread Panic pulling the first shift at
Sandstone. Taking the stage at the peak of the daytime heat,
Panic pounded through a blistering hour-and-forty minute set.
Starting with a savage version of "Give," the second
track off their latest studio release Don't Tell The Band,
John Bell and company kept up a grueling pace. "One Arm
Steve," drenched with some absolutely sinister organ
work from keyboardist John Hermann, flowed into "Pleas"
and "Wondering" before settling into a carbon copy
album version of "Down," the only other "new"
tune to be trotted out for their portion of the show.
Widespread's
lead guitarist Michael Hauser, seated and dwarfed by his amp
stacks, floated over the mayhem created by Schools' thundering
bass with typical grace and razor sharp solo work. Unaffected
by the oppressive heat, Bell's blues-colored vocal wailing
remained relentless.
For the uninitiated
String Cheese fans who had wandered in early, Widespread's
set offered the musical equivalent of a sledgehammer between
the eyes: surprisingly direct and furiously brutal. For the
Widespread fans, brought to a frenzy by a thorough exploration
of "Walkin' (For Your Love)" and the rare appearances
of "Let's Get the Show on the Road" and "North"
(connected by a seamless transition usually notated on traded
recordings with that magical ">" symbol), the
abbreviated set hit all the right nerves.
As the sun set,
the crowd slowly rehydrated and made a valiant effort to manufacture
artificial cloud cover over the lawn and reserved seating
sections of Sandstone. By the time the stage was set for the
String Cheese Incident the sun had mercifully disappeared,
finally giving way to the sultry stickiness of evening and
a much-mellowed audience. Launching into their set with "Close
Your Eyes," a track off of their new release Outside
Inside, it wasn't long before Bell was back onstage, sitting
in on lead vocals during a cover of Stevie Wonder's "Superstition."
However, the rest of the evening belonged to String Cheese's
effusive guitarist Bill Nershi, with his flat-picking pyrotechnics
on the Peter Rowan newgrass tune "Panama Red" to
his down-and-dirty vocal delivery of the band's blues/rock
original "Sing a New Song."
As a whole, the
String Cheese Incident seemed more willing to explore and
branch out stylistically, offering teases of Pink Floyd's
"Breathe" coming out of a cover of Keller Williams'
"Best Feeling" to open their second set. Later on,
they offered a brief glimpse of the classic Grateful Dead
staple, "Lovelight," before finally turning the
corner into a reprise of "Rollover" to finish out
the night. A one-song encore consisting of "Lonesome
Road Blues," the traditional bluegrass precursor to the
Dead's "Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad," finally
brought the evening's music marathon to a close.
Both groups,
appearing on the same stage for the first time, took full
advantage of the opportunity to hook more than just a few
new fans. While comparisons seem hardly fair, they were inevitably
made and quickly disregarded. The heat of the day suited Widespread
Panic's heavy-handed and harder edged character while the
lazy and hazy evening found a perfect match in the String
Cheese Incident's eclectic style. These meteorological analogies
aside, points go to both bands for not taunting the crowd
with any idiotic statements like "So, is it hot enough
for you?"
Sure, Kansas
in July can hardly be called refreshing. In the heat of summer
Sandstone is more akin to a cruel mirage than a luscious oasis,
where the closest thing to a cool natural spring can only
be found in preciously priced 10 ounce plastic bottles. For
those who took the risk and survived the heat, these acts
were a rejuvenating change of pace from the pop schlock and
rock retread acts that afflict most outdoor venues during
the peak summer concert season.
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