Primus concert!

As a fairly new fan of Primus, I didn’t know what to expect going into their concert at the salt shed on July 11. What I got was a few new bruises, a pair of broken glasses, and a new obsession with Les Claypool.

In his cap and feather with his beautiful handcrafted wooden bass, he was greeted by the crowd like a freaky little elf messiah.  He has such an unapologetic commitment to weirdness that was reflected in the audience.  There were shirtless 45-year-olds moshing with cigarettes in their mouth, some guy dressed as captain crunch, and every type of person in between. 

While I don’t have the vocabulary to breakdown their musicality in any useful way, Primus flipping rocks. While the entire concert was crazy, it got kicked up a notch when Les put on the pig mask for the last three songs. Those songs were probably some of the most intense pit experiences I’ve ever had at a concert. When the chorus of “My Name is Mud” hit, I went completely bonkers, and when “Jerry was a Racecar Driver" hit, I somehow went even bonkers-er. For the encore, they played “Southbound Pachyderm” a mind-expanding song that gave a much need cooldown from the intensity of the previous songs.

And that’s all she wrote for the Primus show. Overall, It was an incredible experience. The crowd was fantastic, and the music was even better. If you ever have an opportunity to go to Salt Shed outdoors, take it. The venue was spacious, bathrooms plentiful, and a bunch of free water. They even had a vinyl store and a bar. So if you take one thing away from this, just remember: Primus sucks.

Shot by Tristan Rios