3.26.07 IAMX @ Safari Sam's
Set List:
The Alternative
Bring Me Back a Dog
The Negative Sex
President
Song of Imaginary Beings
Sailor
Skin Vision
Kiss + Swallow
Nightlife
Spit it Out
Encore
Your Joy is My Low
After Every Party I Die (this is amazing live! has to be my fav. or the night. Plus, dee does the most vocals on this track)
This time we were “armed” with yellow wristbands. We wrapped them around wrists, arms, the head. Some taped their mouths like the images.
Our numbers were lower this time. But those that came before experienced, felt something amazing, something unique.
He moved us. We felt. We came back.
We came for more. The music, the energy, the beauty of it all. We were there for those that could not be there. Those that were too far away. We were there to get his voice heard.
They played for us.
We were hypnotized.
The sea of hands wrapped in yellow. bodies moving to his each and every word. Most of us knew all the words so we sang. LOUD.
We moved to the music.
We screamed. Louder. Louder. The music was no more. We wanted them back. We yearned for more. Twice was not enough. They captivated us.
We are the iamx army.
The Alternative
Bring Me Back a Dog
The Negative Sex
President
Song of Imaginary Beings
Sailor
Skin Vision
Kiss + Swallow
Nightlife
Spit it Out
Encore
Your Joy is My Low
After Every Party I Die (this is amazing live! has to be my fav. or the night. Plus, dee does the most vocals on this track)
This time we were “armed” with yellow wristbands. We wrapped them around wrists, arms, the head. Some taped their mouths like the images.
Our numbers were lower this time. But those that came before experienced, felt something amazing, something unique.
He moved us. We felt. We came back.
We came for more. The music, the energy, the beauty of it all. We were there for those that could not be there. Those that were too far away. We were there to get his voice heard.
They played for us.
We were hypnotized.
The sea of hands wrapped in yellow. bodies moving to his each and every word. Most of us knew all the words so we sang. LOUD.
We moved to the music.
We screamed. Louder. Louder. The music was no more. We wanted them back. We yearned for more. Twice was not enough. They captivated us.
We are the iamx army.