My drummer's girlfriend had to work tonight, so he took me instead as his date to see primus. He was a wonderful date but I didn't invite him in when he dropped me off. I titled this thread as I did because 10 minutes into their set I realized I was squashed in the center of what seemed like thousands of people, in a thick smog of pot and cigarette smoke, unable to see a blessed thing, and wished as much as I wish for a bongo bass that I was simply at home in my comfy apartment. I actually got high for the first time in over 20 yrs from the people smoking next to and behind me - and it loosened me up. Musta been really good pot too because I didn't get the least bit paranoid. I stayed the duration of the concert, and while I was never a huge primus fan - I must admit that they were one of the best bands i ever saw live, and claypool inspired me to no end. If I didn't have to get up for work tomorrow I'd be playing my bass all night. I LOVE how he really utilizes the percussivness of the instrument, and pushes the bass to it's absolute limits. Only 3 guys on stage and that place was filled with more great music than I've heard come out of an entire orchestras. Alrite, maybe not orchestras, but you get the idea. I'm a new fan, gonna start diving into my primus cds, borrow vids from a friend, rob some of his riffs. And no, I didn't kiss my drummer goodnight.