Josh Homme

They played solely the first album for an hour, then walked off the stage. Obviously there was more to come, but to supplement their dramatics, we all made a fuss, shaking a disgruntled fist in the air, saying things like, “Get back out here you Sons-a-Bitches,” throwing impromptu Molotov cocktails at the stage, chanting their name. (Okay. One of those things didn’t happen). Continue reading →