I took the weekend off from writing because, quite frankly, I wanted to. I haven’t had a great following of late anyway so I don’t think it was missed. So instead of sitting in front of the computer, I lived amongst the physical people; except when I read the posts that were emailed to me.Friday night was the much anticipated Red Hot Chili Pepper show in Philadelphia. Since we got our tickets in January, it felt like it would never get here, but luckily time chugs along and we found ourselves with thousands of people who had made the trek to South Philly for the sold out show.
It was a good show. I’ve seen them over thirty times for sure, but I stopped counting then. Not too sure why. Counting would have been easier than explaining that at one time I knew there were thirty but now there are more. Regardless, this was the first live show I’ve seen with newest guitarist Josh Klinghoffer. He is a lot like John Frusciante, except he doesn’t seem to despise fame and fans. Josh dresses the same, seems physically affected by the music and goes a little off the deep end with making noise with pedals like John. It’s no wonder that they toured and recorded together prior to swapping the lead guitar job with the Chilis.
I love John Frusciante because he is a guitar prodigy for one; he’s creative and innovative. He’s been the backbone to music that has been the soundtrack to my life thus far. I also feel offended that he threw that away; twice. He did this to us before in 1992. As a dedicated fan, I also find myself insulted that he didn’t bother to show at the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame ceremony when the band was inducted last month. Continue reading