Very recently, I went to a place in New Orleans called The Howlin’ Wolf. The reason I went was to see (possibly) the greatest guitarist alive today. No, I’m not talking about Esteban. I’m not talking about the guy on Nick, Jr. with the trendy glasses. I am speaking of the guitarist known as Buckethead!
It was an awesome night. I was so excited, because for many years I’ve known about Buckethead - yet I’ve never seen him perform. When I was a teenager, I remember seeing Buckethead in my guitar magazines and thinking: “This guy is awesome.” But I never had the opportunity to hear what this guy could do (in person) until last week.
(I have to insert a sidenote regarding The Howlin’ Wolf, as well. The location used to be called The New Orleans Music Hall. Back in ‘93 and through my high school career I went to see shows there. In fact, the first music show I ever saw was Rollins Band at the Music Hall. I remember being fifteen, and standing with my friends by the side door before the show - when Henry Rollins came out. He was a kinda short guy I remember. He looked at us and I said “Hi”. He said “Hi”. Then he walked to his tour bus. We were very excited about that, because he was possibly the biggest “celebrity” in our minds, besides Jello Biafra. We idolized those guys, and played Black Flag songs and Descendents and Dead Kennedys songs in our garage band. What fun days!)
The Buckethead show opened with a really interesting performance by That One Guy, who is one guy who plays a home-made electronic kinda weird guitar/bass instrument. Look him up.
What I was waiting for was Buckethead, though. When he finally came out, he did NOT disappoint. He instantly began shredding on his white Les Paul, and began to systematically tear off our collective faces with his searing guitar riffs and awesomely captivating near-constant solos. I think he played every style of modern music - funk, speed metal, raw rock, death metal-style heavy riffs, and some mellow stuff like you might hear at the Hilton lobby lounge on a Tuesday evening. He played and played and played. The set seemed to go on for hours and I wanted it to continue!!
But Buckethead is a performance genius. I don’t say that just because he wears a creepy mask and a bucket. He also breakdances. Yes, he took a break from guitar-playing and busted some serious moves. He did the robot and some other cool freestyle dance moves and brought my mind back to thee eighties.
Then, the mysterious figure known as Buckethead (a.k.a. Brian Carroll) brought out the NUNCHUCKS. (Remember kids, nunchucks are dangerous.) Remember how freakin’ awesome nunchucks were when you were a kid?? Every boy should have a pair of his own nunchucks. I never got a pair of them, unfortunately. (Warning: nunchucks can bust you in the head as you swing them. We take no responsibilty here at Maskull’s for you knocking a knot on your cranium.) But Buckethead made me want a pair of nunchucks all over again as he expertly demonstrated how to use them.
THEN…(yes there’s more)…it was TOY GIVEAWAY TIME. Yes indeed, boys and girls. This guitar-god started handing out bags of toys to the audience. And a few audience members handed gift baskets to him! The love was spread all over the smoke-filled Howlin’ Wolf.
Then. It was time to play more kickass guitar.
Buckethead proceeded to fill our ears with more audible awesomeness. Weird things happened then. A masked figure (in an old man mask) danced on stage. Weird hippie dudes did their hippie dances in the audience. And I watched as Buckethead, the real Guitar Hero, amazed all of us with his playing.
It was almost better than meeting Henry Rollins.