Effing blurry ass photo. Otherwise, I wouldn't be holding your anticipation hostage...
I still can't believe how much they played from S.C.I.E.N.C.E. (A Certain Shade of Green, Vitamin, and *gasp* Anti-Gravity Love Song)
And I have chills recallling all of us singing along to "Are you In?"
My third, and best, time seeing Incubus. Although there were two things other than catching one of Mike's guitar picks, that were the best things to happen during the show.
First, about an hour or so before before Incubus went on, I noticed the main security officer summoning several of the guards to the side of the stage. At first I thought there was a fight, or some kid who'd smoked too much that they were attending to. But instead what, or who, do I see but Brandon Boyd slipping in side stage, wearing a white shirt, white sunglasses, and a big gorgeous grin, no more than twenty feet away from where I stood. My heart and eyes nearly bulged from their respectives sockets, my tongue wagging like a horny cartoon wolf. I tapped the shoulder of the girl next to me and exclaimed, "I just saw Brandon!" and pointed wildly to the right. And as I'm lookin back who else do I see but Kilmore! wearing his dreads in a beatiful ponytail and looking towards the barely noticing crowd with a sexy smile.
F***, where was my camera trigger finger when I needed it???
The second greatest thing to happen was when during "Love Hurts," of all songs, a huge fight broke out behind me! At least five guards had to subdue these people, a man and a woman, both drunk off their asses and trying to start shit with the people around them, both at least my parent's age...
But what made it so great was that after "Love Hurts," was over, both Brandon and Mike looked over at these two and basically scolded them about this not being the place to fight, and some references to the fact that they were singing about love. But Mike put the icing on the cake when he said, "you know, if you guys wanna fight, then you can just leave, you can just get the fuck out of here." And then he and Brandon both motioned towards the crowd, and Mike told the audience, "if you guys want to see these people leave, then tell them to get the fuck out," and without missing a beat all of us turned towards those people, some with our middle fingers raised, and yelled, "GET THE FUCK OUT!" The drunk jerk *who's wife/girlfriend/whatever had been taken away by a guard*walked away looking like a jackass with his tail between his legs. Before returning to the performance, peace loving Brandon noted, "well, I might have put it a little bit differently..."
*sigh* Good times.