It’s
back to the safety and security of the pavilion area, even though
still no rain yet, for another trip to the curious – Scott Weiland
and his band. Yea, you know the stories, the Stone Temple
Pilots aren’t broken up, just on hiatus, the drugs, the rehab, a
new solo album, but what was Scott Weiland like live? Well, I
guess interesting is the word.
As he ventured on to the main stage with his band, I quickly
thought of the heart attack my mother would have if I walked in the
door at home and said “Mom, look at my new friends!” I
suppose disowned might be a strong word, but
from the mohawk sportin’ guitar player, the blond bass player, the
“I just shot my best friend and it felt good” drummer, and the,
well, dyed red hair, see-through silkish shirt, sporting this frilly
coat Scott Weiland, I just don’t think my mom is up to the world
of, as this dude I was talking to called it, glam rock.
I will give him this, he pushes glam rock to the limit, but right
now, Scott Weiland is going to have to keep on continuing to rely on
his Stone Temple Pilot days to keep his notoriety because it seemed
that only with those songs did the crowd really seem to enjoy his
performance. During his little set, Weiland seemed content to
prim himself and pose like the best of the male models than to
transfer his new music to the crowd. The now pretty full
pavilion didn’t seem to care about the solo stuff, they wanted
Pilots, and it was only during those did Weiland connect a
little. And it was kind of too bad, because he really did put
together a good band, and his new songs do have the potential, but
his stage presence this day just didn’t convey the “Hey, I’m
Scott Weiland. I’m back, have a solo album, and you’re
gonna like it.” It was more like “Hey.”
Maybe he’s still just nervous coming back, maybe he still needs
to take a few more steps, but on the solo front it’s a SHRUG from
me for Scott Weiland.
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