Recently there have been a
few instances of celebrities and stars coming unhinged and unglued right in
front our eyes. Such was the instance of Scott Weiland with The Wildabouts "Purple at the Core" show on Saturday June 1 at The Pearl in Las Vegas January 1st , 1993 at Thomas & Mack when he was still with Stone
Temple Pilots and the way he owned the stage and moved his body left me
breathless and so enthralled with not only his talent and his singing but also
with his charisma and pure sexuality.
What I saw on Saturday night
was a rambling, still sexy, at times incoherent troubled rock star. The show
started late and according to Scott the drummer missed his flight and had
partaken of certain substances. At first I thought well maybe it is just a
rough start, but the show became a tangled mess interwoven with glimpses of the
rock star that Scott Weiland still can be.
After the statement of “As a person
we are a person and all together we are a community” it became clear that Scott
was not himself. Then came the by now infamous climbing on the PA rig and
wrestling with the American flag for a good five minutes and then duct taping
it to the drum stand. This might have been interesting if not for the sheer
terror of me thinking “please do not let him fall.”
When he played Vaseline and Unglued there
was a crowd around the stage with people reaching out to touch him. Some of the
rock star magic is still there. His encore rendition of The Door’s LA Woman was
electric and for a moment made me forget the former hour and a half of a roller
coaster ride of a performance.
The performance left me
feeling sad as I have read about his issues with substance abuse and I really,
really was looking forward to seeing him perform. With that said, watching him sinuously dance on the stage, and yes Scott Weiland is still seriously
rock star sexy; would I go see him again,
yes. Would I be wary, yes.
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