Widespread Panic, the Orpheum Theatre, June 20
By Jeff Weiss
(photos by Timothy Norris)

Sometimes, I think music critics hate jam bands for the jokes. After all, on that endless litany of items capable of inspiring comedic rancor, nothing is easier to mock than hippies, save for maybe George Bush, nu-Metal and/or Coldplay. It doesn’t exactly help matters either when the moment that you park in the lot next door to the Orpheum, you’re treated to the spectacle of a group of the heady set inhaling enough nitrous oxide to keep the dentists of Southern California in stock for the next six months.
Click here for more of Timothy Norris' photos from the show.

Inside, things don’t improve much, at least not initially. See, few bands on earth get more people dancing than Widespread Panic. It’s sort of weird. Of course, this would be totally fine were it not for the inescapable reality that hippies are the worst dancers on earth—bar none. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Soul Train candidate myself, but watching a couple thousand ecstatic, flailing, gumby-limbed members of the white dreadlock set had me half-believing in my chances of joining the Rocksteady Crew. With a step back and a look of bemused detachment, you’re liable to think that you’re trapped in that Chappelle’s Show skit where John Mayer plays the guitar to the delight of a rhythmless horde of twisting white people. But hippies don’t do the twist. They sort of gyrate with this bizarre, off-kilter lurch lost somewhere between the mating dance of a Chinese Heavenly Crane and Elaine Benes’ spastic “dry heave set to music” from Seinfeld. Unfortunately, the heaving isn’t always dry, at least judging from the guy in the front of me who vomited out three hunks of weed brownie onto the floor during the second set of Friday night’s Widespread Panic show.

So yeah, I get it, nothing’s less cool than admitting to liking jam bands, especially the in the year 2008 when there aren’t many “jam” bands left, And out of the wreckage, Panic remain standing, the stalwarts, 22 years in the game, still one of the biggest draws in music. Of course, you never hear about them unless it’s in conjunction with jokes about hippies, which brings me back to my first point that critics hate jam bands. There are a variety of reasons for this, some legit (self-indulgence, usually shitty lyrics, drum solos) and others that stem from a general critical loathing of goofy sincerity, patchouli, and drugs.

Of course, the drugs definitely help. I’m sure it’s possible to enjoy a jam band show sober but I wouldn’t recommend it. In the lobby, a group of benevolent seeming souls sat under a banner that read: The Gateway, Clean and Sober Widespread Panic Fans. More power to them I guess, but that’s not an idea I can safely endorse. There’s too much time to think. I’m pretty sure that during one of Jimmy Herring’s guitar solos Friday night, I could’ve read Ulysses. But in the proper frame of mind, I really like Widespread Panic and I’m totally okay with admitting that. Maybe I’m not about to go about and buy any of their nine studio albums or seven official live albums, but if you’re trying hard enough, it’s damned impossible not to enjoy a Panic show. After all, happiness is a rare commodity in Los Angeles, and even the most dedicated cynics ought to like something about any band capable of eliciting that much joy from their audience.

Musically, you won’t find a much tighter working unit. In a way, they remind me of the jam band equivalent of modern day Wilco: slick, professional and filled with a surfeit of dazzling stoner guitar solos. Except instead of the more avant-garde leaning Nels Cline, Panic wrangled their own ax-legend in Jimmy Herring, formerly of the late-period Allman Brothers and The Dead. You have to be pretty great to make a living filling in for three different seminal dead guitarists and Herring doesn’t disappoint. He’s not showy or flashy, just good, the world’s oldest seeming 46-year old with his white ponytail, Levi’s and tucked-in flannel shirt making him look more akin to an organic juice magnate than guitar legend. But in full volume, the guy sounds like what kids think they’re doing when they rock out at Guitar Hero.

Despite looking eerily like debauched 19th Century President Franklin Pierce, lead Panic singer/guitarist John Bell makes for a solid front-man with a flexible range that sounds at times a whole lot like Jerry Garcia and at others, particularly on fan favorite, “Whiskey and Ribs,” he descends capably into believably bluesy lament. Sonically, the band doesn’t re-invent the wheel and may lack the experimental sheen to make them critically respectable, but they know to rock and sometimes on a Friday night, that’s really all that you want. Their shows have a collegial geniality to them that you practically never find in indie rock, there’s no arch irony, no pretension, just bluesy Southern Comfort rock n’ roll. Plus, with the music industry in perpetual chaos, there’s something to be said about a group that can get the same people to see them three consecutive nights. So what if the shows are a little funny, it’s more important that they’re fun.
Click here for more of Timothy Norris' photos from the show.
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Nice tattoo Twilley.
Posted on June 23, 2008 1:00 PM by Donahue
n00b
Posted on June 23, 2008 1:33 PM by That guy
I am horrified at the majority of this article. Let me preface this review/comment by saying I happen to be one of those clean and sober fans. If this guy cant let loose and have a little fun without being "in the right frame of mind" at a Panic show, well I can get the number to his local AA chapter. Most of us go see Panic because its fun. We dance off the weight of the world. The majority of us are not dread-locked hippies. We are professionals, people you see walking down the street every day, your business associates and classmates. These shows are about fun and friends. You meet people here and would sometimes never even associate with them outside the content of Widespread Panic. To be point blank, to criticize anyone for being sober is just sad, especially for a liberal area like LA. And by the way, its "Ribs and Whiskey," buddy.
Posted on June 23, 2008 2:47 PM by Kristina
A tad too tongue and cheek for a guy that knows nothing about the band he reviews. Do your homework and then write a review. That way you can be sarcastic and it'll probably fly. Here . . . not so much.
Posted on June 23, 2008 3:40 PM by Andrew
total n00b
Posted on June 23, 2008 3:49 PM by Heathen
Hey Jeff, thanks for reminding me why I don't read the LA Weekly. Good looking out dog!
Posted on June 23, 2008 9:45 PM by john
la sucks
Posted on June 24, 2008 1:10 AM by mr. bean,
I like that little lady in the front row. she has a nice looking bulge... er... I mean legs. What's for lunch?
Posted on June 24, 2008 5:42 AM by Hayden Forsee
This is actually a funny and well-written review, but most of it is based on a false premise. The vast majority of Widespread Panic fans are NOT hippies. They are mostly Southern ex-frat guys and girls who have real careers, who fly to shows rather hitchhike in VW busses, and who stay in nice hotels rather than tents & teepees. Just look at these pictures: much more preppies than hippies. In fact, where is even ONE of the quote "couple thousand... white dreadlock set"? (Even the tatoo guy looks more like a UFC fan than a hackey-sack fan). And of the very few dreadlocked hippies that were indeed spinning around in the back-rows of these shows, I guarantee you that 99% of them are just displaced Phish-heads who would never go to a WSP show if Phish were still touring. Before Phish broke up, there were practically zero of those Patchouli-reeking, "Miracle"-seeking mooches at Panic shows, but now without Phish they have nowhere else to go do their acid-tripping devil-stick tricks. As a lifelong Panic fan, I hope that Phish reunites soon so that our beloved Widespread Panic ROCK-AND-F**KING-ROLL shows smell more like beautiful Southern girls in summer dresses rather than non-armpit-shaving oinkers living under bridges in Portland for the sweet heroin hook-ups and lax vagrancy laws. See, Mr. Weiss, there's two separate breeds of "jam-band" fans: those who love Phish and String Cheese Incident and chasing rainbows, and those of us who love our dirty rockin' Panic, New Orleans funk, North Mississippi All-Star bottleneck rock, old school Metallica, Bob Marley, and classic rock like the Stones, Zeppelin, Doors, Who, Skynryd, Clapton, etc. You're a clever, funny, knowledgeable music writer, Jeff, so if there's another band out there who truly rocks the house down every night like Widespread Panic and the Rolling Stones do, please tell us about them because we would genuinely love to hear it. Thanks!
Posted on June 24, 2008 2:06 PM by Bobby Tyme
CRACK KILLS
Posted on June 25, 2008 8:16 AM by Spreaky
Bobby T,
you aren't helping with your mostly wrong assessment.
It wasn't phish breaking up that brought the Wooks out, it was Jerry's dying.
Posted on June 25, 2008 10:15 AM by phish panic fan
Yeah I agree Friday's show was a little weak being the tour opener and with the extra LA types checking it out. Should have been there Sunday and did your research.-Chomp
Posted on June 25, 2008 11:47 AM by Doug Donahue
Why must we all be subjected to Ballards crack?!?
Hilarious!
Posted on June 25, 2008 12:12 PM by SDPanic
Dear Phish Panic Fan,
Your phrase "mostly wrong assessment" is itself a mostly wrong assessment. After Jerry's death in 1995, there was no spike in Wookie attendance at WSP shows until AFTER Phish first went on hiatus in 2000, causing the displaced Wookie population to scatter across the jam-world like lost nomads on Tatooine. On the other hand, nearly every Deadhead-turned-Spreadhead I've ever met has a career, flies to shows, stays in hotels, doesn't have dreads, etc. My main point to the critic was that the Orpheum crowd was maybe 3% Wookies at most. No WSP crowd is ever, as he wrote, "a couple thousand... of the white dreadlock set." So even though his review of the band was pretty positive, his over-riding premise about Widespread Panic's demographics was based on false cliches rather than empirical evidence. But whatever, who cares. I actually love sneaking off during drums to go boogie in Wookie-town because those music-loving motherf**kers get down like James Brown!!! Let It Rock...
Posted on June 26, 2008 11:49 AM by Bobby T
I love you Bobby T!
Remember....Dance when you get the chance.
It's safe to say that in all of my shows I've never met anyone who jams quite like you! So keep on rockin' ...
-JPeags
Posted on June 26, 2008 5:50 PM by JPeags
I went to college in the south and saw WSP many times. Like most say here, I can imagine the crowd is mostly now older frat boys and girls, and that for the most part wasn't that much of a laid back easy going crowd from what I remember. These are your people who voted for Bush. WSP rips and are one of the most underrated, unheralded bands of our time.
Posted on June 27, 2008 10:15 AM by ripplecreek
I don't know about that Bush comment, bro, but I do love Busch beer, air-guitaring, and havin' a good time any which way I can. This is pretty much the only band today that still sets my air-guitar on fire every night like all those epic Classic Rock bands I grew up with in the 70's. Hey Schools: "MORE SABBATH, BRO!!!"
http://www.myspace.com/tailgatepete
Posted on June 27, 2008 3:13 PM by Tailgate Pete MacMarshall
If you love air guitar, check out the photos by Tim Norris of the LA '08 edition held last night:
http://blogs.laweekly.com/play/live-in-la/us-air-guitar-tour/
Same photographer who shot the Widespread Panic photos: http://www.laweekly.com/music/slideshows/widespread-panic-orpheum-620/1386/
Posted on June 27, 2008 3:45 PM by mauer
Great pics but DAMN! I gotta get in that Air-Guitar contest next year, bro! Been practicing everyday since '76! Mark my words: next year I will win it all by air-guitaring to Panic's cover of Sabbath's "Sweet Leaf"! Rock-n-roll, bro! http://www.myspace.com/tailgatepete
Posted on June 27, 2008 6:24 PM by Tailgate Pete MacMarshall
Hey Mauer, thanks for the link to Tim Norris' photos, they are GREAT as usual! But I'm pissed I missed that Air-Guitar Contest! I've been practicing everyday since '76, and I guarantee I will win it all next year with Panic's cover of Sabbath's "Sweet Leaf." ROCK-N-ROLL, BRO!
Posted on June 28, 2008 12:18 PM by Tailgate Pete MacMarshall
Tailgate Pete, you called it: they played "More Sabbath, bro." They played "Fairies Wear Boots" at Red Rocks on Sunday. Further proof that this is just a SIKK ROCK-N-ROLL BAND much more akin to the Classic Rock Gods of the 70's than their so-called "jamband" contemporaries like Phish, String Cheese, .moe, etc. I don't want to rip on those bands anymore; I'm just so sick of WSP being falsely lumped in with them and the Wookie circuit. Widespread Panic is an eclectically-influenced ROCK-N-ROLL BAND that happens to jam from one song into the next rather than stopping every 3 minutes like a corporate whore emo band or whatever. At Red Rocks they also covered "Riders on the Storm," "Stir It Up," "Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys," "Life During Wartime," "Slippin' Into Darkness," "No
Posted on June 30, 2008 9:37 AM by Bobby T
Whoops, my last comment accidentally sent before I was done, but obviously I gotta quit this addictive topic anyway & get back to work! P.s. - Hey Schools: more "Children of the Grave"!
Posted on June 30, 2008 11:01 AM by Bobby T