The Art of Rock & Comedy: Puscifer live at the Peabody Opera House in St. Louis!
Shrouded in the shadows with a desert road background setting the mood, frontman of Puscifer Maynard James Keenan (also of Tool and A Perfect Circle) welcomed the audience to the Puscifer show Saturday evening at St.Louis’ beautiful Peabody Opera House. Opening with a montage of a metal trailer, an LCD screen, and lawn chairs, he spoke the words that set the tone of the show: “The desert is a beautiful and dangerous place. A place where you can find yourself or lose yourself.” I thought that was quite true and profound.
Like any solid performing artist, Puscifer is unlike Maynard’s two bands he fronts. The show in itself is a performance of art rock filtered through hillbilly hell comedy. The tour, appropriately named, “The Conditions of My Parole”, shows clips of both him and frontwoman Carina Round (who is amazing) dressed up in redneck attire talking about politicians, going to court, and what the aliens listen to (to which one of Maynard’s characters said “The good aliens listen to Christina, Britney, and the Glee soundtrack. The bad aliens listen to Tool.”). It makes for quite an entertaining piece when mixed in with their unique, art rock sound and backdrops featuring the desert, the ocean, lightning, and ambient LCD designs. It’s like watching a play and a concert wrapped in one package. I found myself entranced and enchanted with the lights, the backdrops, and the vocals. This is a show you don’t want to miss, and regardless of where you are seated, you will get more than your money’s worth.
While it wasn’t ideal for photography, I did the best I could in getting some decent telephoto lens shots. There was no photo pit, and we were instructed to shoot from one side of the stage in between people’s heads. Not ideal, but at least I came home with a handful of shots that were workable. If only I could’ve shown you the beauty of the performance throughout the night. I suppose you’ll have to go and experience it for yourself.
In regards to the time we can easily make payments, somebody moves the ends.
There isn’t any time for cut-and-dried monotony. There’s time for work. And time for love. That leaves hardly any other time!