TenaciousD Rocks Atlanta... April 1st 2002 ... a fan's sticky perspective. The greatest band in the world shared the acoustic majesty of their special sauce to the willing minions at Atlanta's Tabernacle with a vengeance of a mediaeval demon. *sigh* Before the fan and faithful witness within rises and spouts tales of cryptic message, sacrilege and downright Machiavelism, you must first truly understand regality of "the D." It's been said before... imagine, if will... the cosmic forces of 'Molly Hatchett and Black Sabbath', bonding and forming a double-edged and caustic union. The spawn of this wretched mix.. two men, two guitars... one vision... TenaciousD. Tongue-in-cheek, finger-up-your-arse humor -- the ye ol'e gothic storytelling of Magnum -- the mellodrama of a fratboy's musical plight to stardom. The joke is a reality, and TenaciousD will 'rock your f*cking socks off'. ARRIVAL. The MulletMan crew rolls out of the cab in a plume of ripe smoke. Alas! Before us, Atlanta's Tabernacle... an old, theatre-sized converted Baptist Church. Such a visage! Red velvet carpet, grafitti and pipe organ -- how righteously perfect!?! Beer. The opening band, GreasePaint takes the stage. Nothing to report here. Let's move on. LIKE A HOUSE PARTY. At first, the theatre appeared to be one of the grandest sausage-fests known to man. Then, from out of the dark, chicks appeared from nowhere, and the D secured the stage. Two acoustic guitars, two guys, one vision... and they classically open with a cover of Queen's motion picture anthem --"Flash." The sing-a-long had begun. Like a house party with four thousand of your best friends, the show had begun, and we were riding high. WIT, MOCKERY, AND SHEER TALENT IN MOTION. For the next hour and a half, the D lyrically weaved through American pop-culture references and the grand, yet coincidental absurdity of quite possibly being, as self-professed, the greatest band in the world. These two pied-pipers led "their people" through the epic rock singles from their album, snippets of classic Saturday morning theme songs, and successfully played us all into their master plan of world rock domination. OH, TO BE A FAN. After years of interviewing pop and rock stars on their rise and fall and learning the gritty reality of the music industry, for once, an amazing treat to go to a show and be one the many, a fan among fans. To be boisterous and belt out lyrics loudly with a group of friends. To not mind that Paul from Consumption Junction was pouring beer all over my head in his feaux, post-mortem, drunken birthday state. We were fans, and Tenacious D rocked our f*cking socks off. peace- seanrox