Corey Feldman & The Angels “Rock’s Your Face Off” at Studio 7 in Seattle.

                                                                                  Photos and video by Erin Lynn

Corey Feldman’s show was, in short, an homage to a child star’s life gone by.

As soon as security taped the set list to the stage, and I snapped a pic, I knew it was going to be a long night. The set list detailed the endless number of songs, costume changes, and each Angel’s solo act. With 5 Angel’s in tow I was wondering how he would fit their 15 minutes of fame into the seemingly endless production.

The stage set up was fraught with issues from the get-go. His last opener of 4, Poeina, had terrible feedback but managed to rock her acoustic set and smile with grace throughout the distractions. As the crew were setting up for Corey’s set they faced issues with the laser and smoke machines. The video that was supposed to sit dead center on a white screen was completely askew to the left. And that, my friends, is the theme of this show.

Completely askew and left of center. 

I pushed my way up to the front of the stage and camped out next to my photographer friend for the night which allowed me access to insanely close pics and vids of my own (my social media is on fleek rn btw @erinlynnseattle). I was surprised by how into it the crowd was; these were actual diehard music fans of his. After I showed a random drunk girl the set list pic on my phone she said, “Omg I can’t believe I’m going to get to hear blahblahblah song!!” (Not sure of the actual song name she was so excited about).

As the show began I vacillated between a feeling of shock and awe as to what I was witnessing to obsessively taking pics and vids so I could have this experience documented forever. Every now and again my photographer friend would whisper in my ear, “What in the fuck am I watching?!” And then we’d shrug our shoulders, shake our heads, and laugh.

Corey Feldman is dead serious about his art. He’s dead serious about supporting his Angel’s and their musical talents.  And he’s dead serious about performing his life history with songs, movie clips, and commentary.  He was there to entertain, and entertain he did. He continually ran from one side of the stage to the other sweating up a storm and shedding clothes. He was interactive with his self-obsessed narcissism and the crowd ate it up. He had a costume change for every “segment” of the show. Anytime he wore something from a movie he was sure to tell us about how famous the article of clothing was and exactly when it was worn. He paid a genuine tribute to his best friend, Corey Haim, with the song Remember 222. He is passionately intense which attracts his plentitude of fans, yet detracts so many others.

The set was long – very very long. I left before it ended because it was just going to be more of the same. I felt I had been there done that. Got the pics and vids and didn’t have the need to stay and see how the entire thing wrapped up. I heard he did a meet and greet, taking pics with the diehard fans that lasted that late into the night. My photographer friend got a pic with him at around 1:30 am after the fans finally dissipated.

Although the technical mishaps could have brought him down, he powered through and only made minor mention of them. He kept his show completely professional and for that I give him mad props. Although the entire spectacle left me in shock, I have respect for what he’s doing. He’s doing him – no matter how much shade is thrown his way. It’s like child stars stop evolving after a certain age and need to live in the reminiscent aspect of their glory days. That’s where he’s at and his fans eat it up. “Goonies never say die!”

Written by: Erin Lynn