Stone Temple Pilots

Last night I ended up at Edgefest at Downsview Park to see Stone Temple Pilots, Sam Roberts, Linkin Park, etc. The day was incredibly rainy and muddy. You could not avoid getting dirty. However, everyone got dirty together. Stone Temple Pilots put on such a great show. It was great they were just on a reunion tour and not trying to sell a new album. They just played all the great songs you remembered. They were far better than when I saw them in 1994 (opening up for the Rolling Stones in a 50,000 seat stadium with 10,000 people who didn't care to see them and were just waiting for the Stones). I realize now why STP were/are so great. They never had a sound. You couldn't say someone sounds like STP, because STP doesn't sound like anything. Their music was/is all over the place.

I didn't stick around for Linkin Park. I'm not a huge fan to begin with and I could see more rain clouds were on the way. I just went home.

But yes, I will pester this blog with more poetry. This poem is about STP.


A walking walrus running through the mud.
A recovering heroin addict
owns about 30,000 eyes
and 30,000 ears
for an hour and a half.
Even with the mud and rain
those eyes and ears
felt like they were donated to a good home.
The owner of more eyes and ears than he could count
in his red fedora points at the rainbow.
(No one saw it. We were watching him.)
He offers $5 and a colour TV
to the one who brings him the pot of gold.
No one was leaving.
We were flies in Vaseline,
very filthy Vaseline.