Insane Clown Posse, Mushroomhead, Da Mafia 6ix, Hoodoo, Madchild, Jelly Roll Warehouse Live October 13, 2014
Let us be honest with each other for a moment, dear reader. The reality is that when it comes to high culture thinking there is nothing left to say on the subject of Insane Clown Posse and/or Juggalos. As a musical group, ICP exists in that same world that Nickelback and Miley Cyrus inhabit, which is to say if you've heard of them you already have an opinion on them and there's a good chance you're just reading this for freak-show value. Unless, of course, you like ICP and just want to know what you missed. Either way, welcome to the blog.
As for Juggalos, all rational, well-mannered folk know that they're just a bunch of regular people who happened to find a family of like-minded individuals all united by the fact that they really love when clowns sing about murder. So yes, I guess I am sort of saying that the FBI aren't rational and that making fun of Juggalos for having passion for something on a level we should all be jealous of is a bit lame.
As such, trying to find an "angle" to talk ICP as some greater concept just sounds exhausting. And besides, if Violent J were here right now he'd tell me the follow: "Fuck critics, fuck your review."
So instead, let's look at what it's like spending an evening with Houston's Juggalos in 2014.
6:29 p.m. Because of work, the doors are already open by the time I get to the venue, which means I miss out on hanging out with Juggalos in line. This is a slight bummer because sometimes people pass out Faygo, and that's nice. No one ever passes out free drinks at a One Direction show. I'm just saying.
No lighters are allowed in to the venue tonight, which is weird.
How do they expect us to properly celebrate "Miracles" without lighters? (Spoiler Alert: There are no magnets jokes in this blog because ICP don't play that song anymore and those jokes are so 2011. We're all over it now. You should be too.)
6:44 p.m. We get our first "family" chant of the night, followed up with a few "whoop whoop"s.
7:20 p.m. Jelly Roll lets us all know that he's living the Juggalo dream. Unfortunately that dream means being a pretty decent singer/rapper stuck with an awful DJ more interested in playing sound effects than helping his man out.
7:30 p.m. I wonder if any of the Juggalettes in attendance ever get called fake in the same way that some nerds think Fake Nerd Girls are a thing.
7:45 p.m. Madchild looks like his name, which is awkward because people that tense shouldn't be on stage. They should be at the spa. Anyway, dude is so intense I'm not going to say anything negative about him. Who am I to judge anyway? He apparently had a No. 1 rap album in Canada, and who am I to argue with the Great White North on hip-hop?
7:48 p.m. I write all that down and then he takes a selfie with the audience and suddenly I'm not that scared anymore.
8:08 p.m. Big Hoodoo performed. I mention this on the off chance he needs proof of where he was on the night of October 13, 2014.
8:29 p.m. I kinda hate it when the people on stage ask the crowd to just mosh, but since the people onstage are Da Mafia 6ix I'll let it slide. DJ Paul has a production credit on "International Players Anthem," and that goes a long way with me.
8:39 p.m. The Man, The Myth, the Dealer of Wisdom, Willie D gets a shout-out.
8:45 p.m. On Friday I watched a giant, digital Juicy J rap at a Katy Perry concert. Today I watched the other dudes in Three 6 Mafia play before Mushroomhead. Not passing judgment, just thinking out loud.
9:27 p.m. Why don't more bands use water drums? Yeah, the masks and the blacklight gear give Mushroomhead a unique visual style, but the water drums are pretty damn impressive.
9:30 p.m. Underrated moments in rock music: the moment that starts at 2:19 of "Solitaire/Unraveling." Great to hear that live finally.
9:42 p.m. Can we please make that rumored Slipknot/Mushroomhead tour a reality?
9:58 p.m. The containers that hold the Faygo get rolled out and get a nice cheer.
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10:14 p.m. The second song of the set is "Chicken Huntin'" and the crowd go predictably wild. It appears that ICP are not here to play games tonight, figuratively speaking. Also, things are starting to get messy.
10:27 p.m. I completely understand why people may not enjoy the music of ICP, but at the same time I kind of don't. When the hook to "Halls of Illusion" drops it just sounds so great, especially loud in concert.
10:42 p.m. Diet Root Beer is the Faygo flavor of choice for ICP shows because it doesn't get people sticky when they get showered with it. That's nice of them, but after about 30 minutes of puddling on the floor the room starts to smell medicinal. Root beer is not a smell that lingers well.
10:47 p.m. It's not easy to look dramatic pouring soda on yourself, but Shaggy 2 Dope makes it look pretty cool
11:07 p.m. Violent J says that thing about "fuck reviews" and suddenly this blog has an intro.
11:10 p.m. Da Mafia 6ix are back out, and it's kind of cool to see two dudes in face paint who have built an entire merchandising empire standing onstage with a dude who has won an Academy Award. Am I the only one that wishes the world could have gotten a ICP/Three 6/UGK record?
11:22 p.m. A flying Faygo bottle hits one of the uncovered light fixtures hanging near the back of the venue, shattering one of the lights. So distracted I am by the falling glass that I finally take a bottle of diet root beer to the chest. Almost made it the entire show soda-free. Almost. Remember: it's not that flying bottles you see you have to worry about, it's the flying bottles of soda you don't see.
11:27 p.m. The music is over and the crowd is chanting "Family!" once again. It's nice when life goes full circle for you so you don't have to manufacture an ending that ties up things in a nice bow.
Personal Bias: Third time seeing ICP live. Not a Juggalo, but I do generally like them as a people. Root beer enthusiast.
The Crowd: The most polite gang meeting I've ever been to.
How many gang meetings have you been to, Garcia?
Don't worry about it.
Overheard In the Crowd: "So do ICP shows get really wild?" asked the person who didn't quite know what she was getting herself into.
Random Notebook Dump: Trying to take notes during an ICP show is a dangerous proposition, what with the flying soda and all.
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