Reminds me of that beautiful summer day sitting in Fenway Park. With a terrific view of a beam right in front of me... But, I was just happy to be there.
I used to hate that pole in the middle of the stage. Saw so many people crowd surf head on into it. Also the stage was at a height right below the knee cap of an avg height dude; saw a couple nasty broken leg situations because of it.
This is Excellent footage!!! LOVE IT!!! Back in the RAW, ANGRY days! They have evolved as a group so much... Wouldn't want it any different...True geniuses, ALL of them...
@Lemure333 exactly, I remember this pit brotherhood as well over here in The Netherlands. The Grunge scene was one of the last scenes doing it like that, until its demise in 1995. (not saying that TOOL is grunge of course, I shared stages with TOOL 9 years ago, still proud of that ! :) )
@i3u7n5 ...nah man, in the early tool days in philly and ny when I saw them, the pit was all that. People would pick each other up if someone fell and it was insane but people were cool. Now days, I will agree that pits are for kids and heads looking for a fight... I miss the days when people had style and it was about dancing not killing eachother or hurting anyone but getting your shit out and coming together...
bradst91 it's annoying as fuck but that's how that club was. club was crazy small and had about 3 or 4 poles like that, that one of course right in the center of the stage.
I see the way it ought to be; The atrophy of submitting, The dissonance between us Has the future held In the arms of darkness, pain, the suffering Of my boiling blood in angst. The poetry in death is nothing short of promise, Organically sound in the ways of Pride to rise above and reign In the kingdoms of iniquity. I have tasted hell, and it is you... I shall bathe in the fire of my ruin Rather than serve in health, The eyes of walking clay That bide my time, Will be open to the answers of will. I was made of the fire that you tell, And consumed I am, and will be In the very maw of my nature For eternity, condemned... And so I fall... Fallen through blazoned skies And broken glass of lies; Clouds that stain my soul, black, Alongside the willowy ribbons Of rebellious angels that curtail my back. Music is the inspiration of my soul, And how shall I bend to them? When in fire I could melt them, Plastic bones and all, The true heritage to you my selfish lord. Oh how myopic you have become, to me, And the fickle ants that pray like sheep In this tormented land of decadence, Free will and reason, A stage for your fucking, Sadistic pleasure of righteousness. Oh! You beg them to fail! Softer than the breath that leaves my lips; Painted faces will remember my name; The lesson in manipulation And decay, such an agonizing feeling Lying on their twisted backs with open limbs Shaved from their paths. The whoring mongrels will dwell In the sweat and smoke they make, And bloodshed will know the taste of steel That harbors my craft, For nature is red in tooth and claw Of the lessons that I splay like literature To cripple and disintegrate The foundation that heals Their puny, worthless, existence... The light that fuels their fire Will burn a hole between virtue And atrocity; a transparent line of knowledge Where serenity is found beyond The tree of faith in Eden’s garden... Bacchanal in the revelry of sin, I plush the very essence of it Into every weak minded soul. Oh the righteous will fall! And heel at my addicting web Of debauchery! No man can resist me When I move in spirit Outside the rotting flesh; The immortal error In which I corrupt. Oh yes! Time is on my side! Thousands of maniacal years, And I do not weep For the apocalypse at hand. The raping ruin and desolation Of mankind, that which I render Useless in the arms of my desert. The wilderness calls for its kin! Yet the goat wracked of sin Comes in sacrifice. I’ll set it free to bleed In the four corners Of every forest and tree That holds my evil brethren. I refuse it! Take it back! And swim in the choice that feeds Like poison to its weary shoulders, For you shall taste my fury……..
one thing I've learned about old tool bootlegs... the camera ALWAYS fucks up when it gets epic...
haha this is one of the best live videos of tool ever. ugly people drunkenly dancing to opiate together. perfectly captures early 90s tool.
Was it true MJK would just pick someone in the crowd and stare at them for the whole gig? haha
Maynard James Keenan: hiding behind things while singing since 1992.
Lagmire haha. I've been to this club a hundred times. That pole is so annoying, right in the center of the stage.
@hudson Because of where the camera is. Iron Mind John is right. I lived in Baby Head basically lol
Those fools didn't even realize what was happening right in front of them
reason number 399,877 to love tool.
i cant believe that just cut short.. Absolute classic Tool..
I've seen him front row and this sounds accurate to me.
Reminds me of that beautiful summer day sitting in Fenway Park. With a terrific view of a beam right in front of me...
But, I was just happy to be there.
I used to hate that pole in the middle of the stage. Saw so many people crowd surf head on into it. Also the stage was at a height right below the knee cap of an avg height dude; saw a couple nasty broken leg situations because of it.
tool kicks ass
Tool brings out the violent beast in me =)
they played in TIJUANA back then,
man I regret not seeing them there.
Woulda been, well it woulda been gnarly.
Goddamn I miss Club Babyhead!
Who cares about the zoom, the sound quality is GREAT.
I miss tool
just awesome
hehe man, so many good memories of watching shows at Babyhead
Epic!!!! Tool in its prime! Thanks for posting.
fairly close to my home town..i was 1 year and 7days from being born for the time of this performance lol
That scream at the end,epic.
Danny Carey ❤️
This is Excellent footage!!!
LOVE IT!!!
Back in the RAW, ANGRY days!
They have evolved as a group so much...
Wouldn't want it any different...True geniuses, ALL of them...
4:24 Hmmm I wonder what's over here....
so weird seeing Paul with that ovation bass.
yeah, really
@Lemure333 exactly, I remember this pit brotherhood as well over here in The Netherlands. The Grunge scene was one of the last scenes doing it like that, until its demise in 1995. (not saying that TOOL is grunge of course, I shared stages with TOOL 9 years ago, still proud of that ! :) )
@i3u7n5 ...nah man, in the early tool days in philly and ny when I saw them, the pit was all that. People would pick each other up if someone fell and it was insane but people were cool. Now days, I will agree that pits are for kids and heads looking for a fight... I miss the days when people had style and it was about dancing not killing eachother or hurting anyone but getting your shit out and coming together...
Yea man
What's up with that one fucking pole in the room that keeps getting in the way?
bradst91 it's annoying as fuck but that's how that club was. club was crazy small and had about 3 or 4 poles like that, that one of course right in the center of the stage.
Babyhead...my old stomping ground...like a piece of me is missing.
Abel Roderigues same here. Loved that place.
this look slike the old Lupos in providence. i miss that place
How did danny carey get his toms to sound so huge back then they dont sound that huge anymore
Tool's fans are younger than ever
cut at the best part good footage though
The obscurrness of the soul.
paul was such a bad ass...so is Justin
Hello handsomes...
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PIT???? WTF????
jus listen to the music
lol
@smjjohnson me too
FIX THE GODDAMN ZOOM
I'll PM you, bro.
wish i was there..of course i was only 1 year old
lol drunk people at 4:30
I see the way it ought to be;
The atrophy of submitting,
The dissonance between us
Has the future held
In the arms of darkness, pain, the suffering
Of my boiling blood in angst.
The poetry in death is nothing short of promise,
Organically sound in the ways of
Pride to rise above and reign
In the kingdoms of iniquity.
I have tasted hell, and it is you...
I shall bathe in the fire of my ruin
Rather than serve in health,
The eyes of walking clay
That bide my time,
Will be open to the answers of will.
I was made of the fire that you tell,
And consumed I am, and will be
In the very maw of my nature
For eternity, condemned...
And so I fall...
Fallen through blazoned skies
And broken glass of lies;
Clouds that stain my soul, black,
Alongside the willowy ribbons
Of rebellious angels that curtail my back.
Music is the inspiration of my soul,
And how shall I bend to them?
When in fire I could melt them,
Plastic bones and all,
The true heritage to you my selfish lord.
Oh how myopic you have become, to me,
And the fickle ants that pray like sheep
In this tormented land of decadence,
Free will and reason,
A stage for your fucking,
Sadistic pleasure of righteousness.
Oh! You beg them to fail!
Softer than the breath that leaves my lips;
Painted faces will remember my name;
The lesson in manipulation
And decay, such an agonizing feeling
Lying on their twisted backs with open limbs
Shaved from their paths.
The whoring mongrels will dwell
In the sweat and smoke they make,
And bloodshed will know the taste of steel
That harbors my craft,
For nature is red in tooth and claw
Of the lessons that I splay like literature
To cripple and disintegrate
The foundation that heals
Their puny, worthless, existence...
The light that fuels their fire
Will burn a hole between virtue
And atrocity; a transparent line of knowledge
Where serenity is found beyond
The tree of faith in Eden’s garden...
Bacchanal in the revelry of sin,
I plush the very essence of it
Into every weak minded soul.
Oh the righteous will fall!
And heel at my addicting web
Of debauchery!
No man can resist me
When I move in spirit
Outside the rotting flesh;
The immortal error
In which I corrupt.
Oh yes! Time is on my side!
Thousands of maniacal years,
And I do not weep
For the apocalypse at hand.
The raping ruin and desolation
Of mankind, that which I render
Useless in the arms of my desert.
The wilderness calls for its kin!
Yet the goat wracked of sin
Comes in sacrifice.
I’ll set it free to bleed
In the four corners
Of every forest and tree
That holds my evil brethren.
I refuse it!
Take it back!
And swim in the choice that feeds
Like poison to its weary shoulders,
For you shall taste my fury……..
Seeing Adam Jones with unclipped guitar strings feels sinful
haha pwnt
dat china tho..