How To Make A Crowd Not Mind That They're In The Middle Of A Torrential Rainstorm, By The Deftones
Not to be one of those people who talks about the weather, but has this summer's concert-going season seemed sorta... washed out to you? Multi-day festivals from Lollapalooza to Catalpa to Pitchfork have been plagued by rain delays, and other outdoor concerts have been similarly doused. Shows at the Nikon at Jones Beach Theater, which is right on the South Shore of Long Island and surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, are rain or shine, though, so last night's Deftones/System of a Down show went on despite a pounding rainstorm that turned part of the venue's plaza into a pond and made plastic ponchos the merch booth's hottest commodity. The Deftones, who went on first, gave a master class in keeping a soaked crowd as happy as they would be on a starry 75-degree night. A few lessons from last night that any band thinking about playing an outdoor show should learn.
Match your music with the stormy mood.
The first line of "Rocket Skates," the set opener: "You're red, soaking wet." At this point the rain hadn't started, and the late-evening sky seemed relatively calmone of the security guards had covered his shoes with Totes just before the band took the stage, though, because he knew what was coming.
As it turns out, last night's Deftones set was a truncated yet mostly identical version of the one they'd played at the PNC Bank Arts Center the night beforeunsurprising, since they're openers for System of a Down and only have 45 minutes to make their case. Yet its swirling guitars and abyss-ready yelps and meaty low ends seemed well-paced with the storm's encroachment. The opening drum crack of the gloomily propulsive "Digital Bath" (water reference!), which started as the sky went from dusky to ominously dark, sounded like it could have been a particularly piercing thunderbolt. (It should be noted that this song marked the point when people around me were taking photos of the crazy cloud patterns circling the venue as much as they were snapping shots of the band.)
Enjoy the elements.
The deluge was preceded by some pretty impressive gustsone of the security guards told me that things would be shut down if and only if the winds hit the 60-mph mark, which looked like a possibility at times. Before launching into "You've Seen The Butcher," lead singer Chino Moreno gleefully told the crowd that he was enjoying how there was "some Michael Jackson shit happeningwithout fans!" He then added a "Black Or White"-worthy "WHOOOO!" for good measure.
Let the fans know that you're in it with them.
The merciless wind meant that Moreno and his bandmates were only slightly protected from the elements by the stage's overhang, but he was still a master frontman, and fully appreciative of all the people who were letting themselves get soaked sans ponchos.
Make coming back out in the deluge worth it.
I cried uncle at one point because I was pretty drenched and my note-taking was rendered useless (why do I keep forgetting to buy waterproof paper?) but after a bit of time hanging out in the breezeway with the nacho-eaters, make-outers, and smokers, I wanted to go back outthe positive vibe was that strong, with even those people who were coming in for a bit of shelter sporting huge grins on their face. Maybe it's something about Jones Beach being surrounded by water, but every time I go to a show there and it rains, the weather seems more like a chance for redemption than it does a reason for griping. This is true for both artist and audience; while lots of people were lining up for $5 ponchos, few of the people forking over their Lincolns seemed annoyed about doing so. (The $40 t-shirts, however, were another story.) I marched back out to my seat for "Change" and even though the raindrops and the wind combined to chill me to the bone, the cold I felt was electrifying. It helped that the song being played had a monstrously slow burn and sounded almost like it was made to conjure such a strong response from the elements.
Deftones, "Change" (live at Jones Beach, August 5, 2012)
Unfortunately, my joy over getting absolutely drenched was cut short by me getting socked in the eye by a particularly insistent and acidic raindrop that sent my contact lens off-kilter and made me unable to open my eye beyond a squint until I'd arrived home and taken it out. Who knew that one could land on the rock critic disabled list in such a fashion?