Mars Volta
UCI Bren Events Center
01/30/08
Set list
The Haunt of Roulette Dares
Viscera eyes
Wax Simulacra
Goliath
Ouroburos
Tetris
Agadez
Cygnus… Vismund Cygnus
Metatron
Drunkship of Lanterns
Ilyena
Day of the Baphomets
Notes from Security
“Beanies off” “All personal items in hand”
Notes from the Floor
7:42–Preshow
[I am] on the floor. Wild jungle techno dud is playing—the floor is almost half full-the energy is good—the crowd appears ready to mosh.
Nothing serious, but clearly something going on. The guy at the shirt stand said to me that I am the only one who gets it—referring to my t-shirt with a Jim Jones image. He is wearing this rhinestone adorned jacket—the words on the shirt are not all that plainly printed. The words on are in English.
I had just walked by wearing a much tripped out sparkly shirt—at some level this show reminds me of the Dream Theater show that I saw in MN. I think largely because I am seeing it by me the venue is now close to full—I am feeling like a totally useless piece of meat today.
I have not being doing my jogging.
I am having some emotional feelings—my cousin has been diagnosed with leukemia. My friend Scott had a death in his family. He called to tell me about it—he thanked me for the phone call that I had made to him earlier.
Man the things at shows are just not scary at all. I like in the Mars Volta story and sobriety.
What the dude has changed—now they are playing a kind of dub by bachelor pad sound kind of thing. The DJ is mixing like made and it should really good.
Music has changed; just noise Grinding growling care sneeze snore music. [It is a] Very anonymous sounds. Light and went into it.
Bumping hard trance with jungle and voltage noises underneath it—it be Lee the hand jive—but it something—it is Hey Bo Diddly by creak and cheese.
Moog synthisizor thing mostly mellow DJing too a movie [going] to a grey 7”—looking foreword to this.
Little hip hop thing mixes well.
Some James Bond sounding theme song group—not sure what it was.
Back into a very nice mellow dub & rocked out little thing—very nice mellow grove
8:17–Preshow
Mix my bouncy jungle beats
Big mex[ican]—the bedroom went clearly into the hard hip hop and a very pop hip hop scratch fest—Jazzy Jeff I think.
Scratch Space beats have started—deep bass.
Noise beat—now a jump around sample mixed aggressively very nice should break.
Piano bachelor pad music. I hear like wild Baxter styling’s.
8:37—Preshow
Mixed with some by beats, fast and wild—a lot going on in this mix. Very space age-y.
Big break—now some space surf music
The set does not [ts] really have much of a plan-all over the map.
8:43—Show Time
Morricone

Naked lady mural major noise intro very gig guitar lots of smoke
(1) Saxophone is very long sound is but this is not enough bass.
8:56—Show Time
Drums noodling. Chance or end of song really drowning out vocal meaning
(2) Bedlam song—not sure which one. Very fast
9:06—Show Time
(3) Very fast after a long noise intro. Some comment about a football game
9:08—Show Time
(4) Song over!
Dude dragged out of the pit right next to me
9:12—Show Time
(5) “Chill out…save that shit for the warped tour” “There is a lot of testosterone and it smells like balls up here”
9:24—Show Time
Big guitar break
9:26—Show Time
(6) “Thank you, Goodnight! What you don’t have a sense of humor? You can throw people, but you can’t have a sense of humor”
Two more kids charged out of the pit this was the fast yet was the massive huge
9:51—Show Time
(7) Missed
(8) thank you very much
9:58—Show Time
(9) Old Song
10:05—Show Time
(10) Big surreal lights.
(11)?
(12) Maybe I’ll break down
10:30—Show Time
(13)
10:38—Show Time
(14) Song switch
Not sure
Super machine
9:46—Show Time
(15)
(16) “Do you guys have a CD? Yeah, I buy a couple of records”
10:56—Show Time
(17) Fan Favorite
Notes
This was a massively good show.
To the large Mexican ZZ Top goatee guy. You look crazy!
To the emotional ravaged Asian student behind me. Everything will be ok.
To the Emo Kid who did the Diaper Change Dance. You rule—never give up no matter how much the bouncers laugh at you.
To the hot chicks that came up late and tried to walk up front. You really did not need that shoe.
To the Fat Guys standing next to me when the lights went down who created one of the largest clouds of smoke I have ever seen. Peter Tosh died for your sins.
To the Emo girl with the repetitive stress disorder arm pump dance move. Remember the rhythm that you had in high school when you listened to Hip Hop.
To the Skinny Emo Boy with no shirt on. The Emo girl with the repetitive stress disorder arm pump dance move is into you.
To the people lined up at the sound board before the show. You are my people—never change.
To the crazy eyed addict who over shot the mark. Keep coming back!
To the crowd surfing girl who complained of being grabbed by throwing a fit and kicking people. The girl who you gave a black eye to was on your side.
To the wastoid in the Cramps t-shirt. Yes, this is Bedlam.