07-17-2008, 12:01 AM
Years back, I was at the Dragonfly Lounge on Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood checking out some friends' band. Out of the blue, Scott Weiland and
Stone Temple Pilots walk on stage and start performing. They had been out of the spotlight for awhile, and I had never seen them live before, so I was fully
prepared to be unimpressed. Lord knows, there's no shortage of has-beens trying to make comebacks in small venues. Appearance wise, they looked just like
any other band, maybe even less polished. But, when Weiland started singing, it's as if his voice penetrated every square inch of the place and took
control of everyone's consciousness with instantaneous agreement. I thought to myself, "holy ****, this is why he's a rock star", as fire
trucks and police cars filled the street in front of the bar and crowds of people gathered around outside. Of course, I felt pretty lucky to be inside the
place at that moment. It was basically like being in a collective dream while in the waking world, nobody had to tell me who had the energy or the power that
night, it was obvious. And, that's pretty much my take on Nagualism, if I can't feel the energy, I don't give a *** about the words.
Stone Temple Pilots walk on stage and start performing. They had been out of the spotlight for awhile, and I had never seen them live before, so I was fully
prepared to be unimpressed. Lord knows, there's no shortage of has-beens trying to make comebacks in small venues. Appearance wise, they looked just like
any other band, maybe even less polished. But, when Weiland started singing, it's as if his voice penetrated every square inch of the place and took
control of everyone's consciousness with instantaneous agreement. I thought to myself, "holy ****, this is why he's a rock star", as fire
trucks and police cars filled the street in front of the bar and crowds of people gathered around outside. Of course, I felt pretty lucky to be inside the
place at that moment. It was basically like being in a collective dream while in the waking world, nobody had to tell me who had the energy or the power that
night, it was obvious. And, that's pretty much my take on Nagualism, if I can't feel the energy, I don't give a *** about the words.