• John McMurtrie
Iron Maiden ran through their White River Amphitheater set impressively. Pyro surged and spurt. Eddies grimaced. Maiden has a strong contingency of diehard fans. Songs focused on the Seventh Son album. I was hoping for more Powerslave. The theatrics were a bit clownish, but Iron Maiden is Iron Maiden, and Iron Maiden can do whatever they want. In the parking lot beforehand, a couple from Mount Vernon pre-gamed in their car with a small cooler of liquor, and splif. They listened to Maiden to get ready to listen to Maiden. There, I heard Powerslave. I approached and requested Widespread Panic, but they had not heard of Widespread Panic. We listened to the song “Powerslave” and they kissed. When I left, the guy said to his girlfriend, “Fuck it, I’m getting a neck-tatt tomorrow, of me getting a neck-tatt of you.” When I got back to my car after the show, they were still there. Maybe they beat me back. Maybe they never left. They were listening to Powerslave. I hope the guy is getting the neck-tatt. (Setlist after the jump.)

Can I Play With Madness
The Prisoner
2 Minutes to Midnight
Afraid to Shoot Strangers
The Trooper
The Number of the Beast
Phantom of the Opera
Run to the Hills
Wasted Years
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
The Clairvoyant
Fear of the Dark
Iron Maiden

Aces High
The Evil That Men Do
Running Free