I was two years old when Chia Pet formed in 1988 and eight years old when they broke up in 1994. I didn’t discover the band till this year, when I stumbled into the back catalog of Johann’s Face Records. With their strange strain of rock they managed to invoke Axl Rose, Freddie Mercury, Phish, and Andrew Lloyd Weber all at once, creating an avant-baroque pop mishmash that ranged from rambling bluesy guitars to operatic vocals to 80s metal riffs. Listening to one of their albums you can feel like you’re in a backyard throwing tires over the barbecue pit, in a scene from Labyrinth, or on the set of a bow-chika-bow-wow porno flick. Since first hearing Chia Pet I’ve wondered what it would’ve been like to see them live, and improbably enough, this weekend I’ll be able to find out.