In the Arena with Frank Arena covers the Leo Project Show:
Headliner The Leo Project came out and from the word go rocked the venue from start to finish. You could tell that TLP was on stage more to have fun, than to go out with a solid heavy performance. The night started with very high energy, the crowd singing lyrics, and yes, crowd surfers inside the Beaumont. (I had never seen people crowd surf inside the Beaumont before, but they pulled it off.) Creighton Bibbs, now guitarist for Adelitas Way, has been on the road for months and you can see a massive step-up in his show and what he brings.
The Leo Project was one of those bands that you never even thought if they were worth the money to see. It did not matter if it was the last $10 you had for a month, you paid it to see them. On the brink of major success over the past couple years, doing things such as touring and opening for Tesla, Sevendust, and many more.
This was The Leo Project’s final show, not only in KC, but for good. That is how it was promoted, that is what they still claim even after the show was finished when talking to them as a group. Truth is, after talking to them individually and apart from each other, they all had different stories. It seems as if the Tyler, Lance, and Creighton all feel they will continue to do shows together as they are in town and it is possible. Does this mean that The Leo Project is not really gone? No. The Leo Project IS gone as we have known them. They will not be the force in the music scene anymore, they will not be the band that you wait for their next CD just to see what they came up with, they will not be developing music with other artist groups, and they are gone.
At the end of the night, there was a long goodbye from the group to the crowd. All members were very emotional and yes, Lance does have the ability to cry. As TLP left the stage, the crowd continued to chant “TLP.. TLP” until it was clear that it was really over. For an “unsigned” band, they touched many people and many hearts. I have seen bands break up and do final shows, and it is nothing more than just another night. This night was different. The band cried, the crowd cried with them. The band sang, the crowd sang louder. It was truly a magical night in Kansas City for a band that supposable “never made it”.
Frank Arena