From: bwhite1@airmail.net (Brad White)

DALLAS TX - November 7
Tool is tonight and my friend Mike still has yet to score tickets. FUCK!
What the hell is going on? 5:15 pm Mike calls, "we're in man!"

We show up at the Bronco Bowl about 8:00 pm, the Cows are on and about
halfway through their set. They're really not too bad, but don't take my
word for it, I barely paid attention to them anyway. There's a diverse and
interesting crowd on hand to say the least. Beavis and Butthead types
still trapped in the 80's metal haze, Tommy Hilfiger wearin' jackjaw fucks
who think 'Hooker' is a "badass" song and the usual bunch of losers who
get shitfaced and blow chunks long before the headliner ever gets off the
bus. 

Fortunately I don't have to deal with any of this shit tonight. Mike got
two CREW passes and we've got run of the house. (check out the gif of the
pass I sent along)  No I didn't meet the band. I didn't even bother with
trying to get back and tell MJK for the 5 billionth time that he "fuckin
rocks!" We take a spot stage right and prepare for the 'healing.'

The lights go down about 9:00 and the cover of Ænima is up on projection
screens, but it's moving, sucking inward, like a black(white) hole. Third
Eye is the opening song and it's fucking incredible. (it's fun to watch
the jackoffs trying to mosh who can't figure out the timimg of this song!) 
Picture perfect, crystal clear. Every nuance of the album has been
preserved in the live performance save for the segues. Maynard had painted
himself in blue from head to toe including his boxers leading me to
believe that he was naked when he first came out. Brilliant red lights
would shine on him from time to time and interact with the chroma blue
paint, giving the illusion that he was fucking glowing! His performance
shit is intense, so much in fact that I'm not sure if he felt was
occupying the same space as the rest of us. And, Maynard's paint started
to wear off during the course of the show and was spliting right down the
back, sorta like he was molting or "shedding" (46&2?) 

Stinkfist followed and of course everyone woke up, fists a flying and all
that shit. The rest of the set was:

46&2
Prison Sex
Eulogy
Cold & Ugly
Jimmy
Pushit
Sober
Opiate
Ænema

The new bassist Justin is a fucking godly player, and get this, he played
the whole show with a pick! Even that line in the opening verse of Ænema
that sounds like he's picking with his fingers. Of course Danny and Adam
were fucking incredible as well, every note going off without a hitch. The
end of 46&2 was the most intense moment of the show and definitely
showcases this incredible band's precision and execution. The only low
point was the excessive amount of dead air between songs. It was like
saying "you guys aren't too fucking excited, so niether are we!" 

If you couldn't tell already, I thought this was an amazing show,
regardless of the bands evident disdain for the crowd, or their
performance or whatever... 

YOU MUST SEE TOOL WHEN THEY COME TO A VENUE NEAR YOU!