HALLOWEEN ARRIVES A LITTLE LATE TO CHICAGO

The “Scorched Earth and Take No Prisoners Tour”, better known as any Rob Zombie show, arrived into Chicago on a Sunday night. Yep, an F’n Sunday night! Not a Saturday night as Chicago deserves, but a Sunday night!! This had to do with the Pixies being in town at the same venue for a three night stand the day before. I bring this up because as much as there was crowd enthusiasm as in any Rob Zombie show, it could have been SO MUCH MORE…coulda’ woulda’ shoulda…this will not be a bitchy whiney session, believe me..( Rob always brings it over the top no matter what day of the week it is).

Rob, being ever the showman that he is, brought his ghoulish theatrics with a snap-crack band to promote his ever evolving brand of over the top theatrical metal spiked with 1960’s visions of monsters and demons.
Rob is meticulous when it comes to presentation and true showmanship. Nothing is ever left to chance, except maybe some of the exchanges and banter in crowd interaction. Chicago is a special place to him, the kind of town that truly appreciates his kind of mayhem- knowing full well that by the end of one of the evening’s first numbers, “Superbeast”- the wall of heat coming off of the main floor from the gigantic swell of the moshing is a scary sign of things to come. Let there be no doubt- no one on this planet punishes his audience with such an onslaught of sight and sound like Rob Zombie.

Hop-scotching between three risers at the lip of the stage, dreadlocks flying in the breeze of constant motion, Rob works the crowd from one end to the other constantly during each and every song, making absolutely sure that no one on the main floor stands in boredom. Nothing punches up this show more than John 5..in my opinion, the most underrated guitarist currently playing live today. Razor-sharp in attack and scope, capable of blasting out blistering riffs at a moment’s notice- he’s a sight to behold live, just as much as Rob.

Overall- a very satisfying evening. Again- to get the best possible shots of Rob and his cohorts- I gamble and proceed to the main floor. Like Tool at Lollapalooza- huge mistake..or so I think. I’m dinged and banged from head to toe. Smacked on my head too many times to count- I simply don’t care. As much as Rob is the cosummate showman- I’m the same way with my camera and vision. It’s absolutely worth the punishment to achieve visual success in my photography. I don’t venture out to the pits as much as I used to- only for viable forward thinking artists do I do this. And as much as I think that I’m nuts for doing this- the rewards of visual proof are more than satisfying in every way.