The (still) hard-touring Red Hot Chili Peppers played a show in Portland last night and I went to see them. I've been a casual fan of the Chili Peppers ever since my fifth-grade ears heard Blood Sugar Sex Magik for the first time. The L.A. band has been doing their thing since 1983, which is crazy, and I'm happy to report that the geezers A) still look pretty fit and B) can still rock the eFF out. I mean, Flea is freaking 50 years old! His energy, and that of the whole band, really, was impressive.
The big-ass-stadium-rock-concert thing, however, left a lot to be desired.