Here's my little ol review of the festivities:

Took my friend Tim (Fishbone virgin) and went for
drinks at the bar next to the club. Who's there
tossing em back but Norwood himself. Went up and
introduced, played the fool, drooled on myself and
made a complete fan-boy outta myself. Wood was down as
fuck and wants me to send in a photo of my Fuck Racism
shirt so they can start printing them again. Told him
I'd give him the shirt (and started to disrobe in a
sports bar...probably a bad idea) before Wood kindly
told me to keep my clothes on. Tim was impressed. Good
start.

The opening band, Primitive Reason, described
themselves to me as Bad Brains influenced. Down as
FUCK reggae/groove/metal/thrash band...could lock into
pissed off grooves that practically unleashed primal
beast shit in me. I like.

The Urge...I've seen em dozens of times before, this
was the best. Steve threw down, the crowd gave massive
love and I grooved myself silly. Talked to Steve after
the show...he hugged me, hung around a bit and proved
himself to be pretty dope indeed.

The Bone...I place this (maybe) number 2 or 3 in my
book of Bone shows. To say it was awe-inspiring would
be to sell it short. To say it was mind-blowing
doesn't come close. Angelo was on FIRE, Walt was fulla
attitude, Norwood kept the groove bumping, Spacey is
slowly morphing into a god, before our eyes and John
bangs the skins lika man possessed...brings to mind
Puffy Borden, if nothing else. The Bone kept changing
and mixing up the set list, feeding off the groove. I
have NEVER seen them more connected or appearing to
have more fun. Big grins never left their faces.
Angelo crowd surfed and stage dived about 300 times,
once all the way to the back (during Alcoholic) bar to
get another beer. The place looked and felt full, the
crowd was AMAZING...so much love in such a small
venue.
I got to talk to Norwood, Angelo and John after the
show (John has to be one of the nicest men in
existence) and nothing ruined my vibe. This is a night
I'll be rehashing until I die, quite honestly.
Everything clicked cosmically (great venue, decent
sound, insane performance, great crowd, awesome
setlist...). Steve, I wish I would run into you
there...sorry, amigo, next time. I'm still high from
the show (not on pharmaceuticals, ya naughty
nannies...I'm talkin high on life, here) and won't
come down until sometime next year. Here's what I
remember of the setlist, not really in order except
for the first two and last one:

-Party at Ground Zero (opener)
-Karma Tsunami
-I Wish I Had A Date
-Cholly (any fat chicks in the house?...cmon baby, get
on stage...you fat, aren't ya?)
-Ma and Pa
-Deep Inside (never thought I'd hear this again)
-Housework
-Behavior Control Technician
-Everyday Sunshine (NEVER EVER thought I'd hear this
again!!!)
-Alcoholic
-Shakey Ground
-Suffering
-Where'd You Get Those Pants? (complete with plenty of
lovely ladies on stage, shaking their pants)
-One Planet People
-Just Allow (one of my favorites...the metal breakdown
sounded like the heavens opened up and spewed forth
beautiful noise...makes up for no Fight the Youth...)
-AIDS and Armageddon
-Sunless Saturday (finale)

No encore but who needed one after sheer perfection?
No complaints...zero zip. This is why I love the Bone.
Still giving 1110%, even after all these years.

Phillip K.