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Its music isn't as interesting as that of the aforementioned groups, and its performance coincided with a wave of bone-chilling winds, a brief rash of hail and the day's heaviest rain, but Papa Roach won over plenty of fans thanks to the sheer exuberance of singer Coby Dick. After apparently downing pep pills for breakfast, lunch and an early dinner, Dick twirled his microphone like a baton, aerobicized like a burly Richard Simmons and made a Vaudeville show's worth of exaggerated facial expressions. He also smeared grime all over his face, becoming mud brothers with the crowd in the process, and thanked his fans with inappropriately morbid sentiments such as "Sometimes after I play, I just want to put a bullet in my brain, but you guys are great!"
· 32. A rough estimate of how many fans, out of the thousands in attendance, who took the slightest interest in the main stage's freak-show-refugee MC, who performed such shockingly non-shocking feats as eating a worm. Dude, that's so second-grade.
· Zero. The number of local groups on the bill. Recent Interscope signees Puddle of Mudd certainly would have been a perfect fit, given the preponderance of puddles of mud throughout the venue, but Sandstone fans will have to wait until the group's August 11 gig with Deftones and Godsmack to hear the KC-boys-done-good play the big stage again. On the road now, Puddle of Mudd is surely getting its share of strong responses, but it must be comforting to know that when the band comes home, Kansas City's metal fans -- come rain, snow, or, as is a virtual certainty for an August date, hundred-degree-heat -- will not only turn out, but cheer, dance and cuss at full blast.