Loud & Fun
Great, great great rock show Friday night and all three greats are deserved...or should there be four greats? In all the excitement, I kinda lost track myself.
A lot could’ve and should’ve gone wrong. Four bands, one stage…three opening acts setting up and striking their gear in front of the battle-damaged, yet surprisingly professional and loud as ever living fuck road equipment of Blue Cheer.
The last three shows of this year have been the best, most satisfying things I’ve done in rock for a long fucking while.
In Rockford we played to no one, but the bar owner was so happy that at one point he stopped the show to bring us a round of shots. Well, let’s just say he was so into it that he wanted to stop the show to drink with us. I dunno, maybe he just wanted to stop the show.
At any rate, the CJ’s gig was great although Cub Girl told me she was just out there and one of the performers was gunned down after the show.
The Old Dog is fine as far as I know.
The Ambersons show, I said enough about that but on a personal and musical level, very satisfying.
The Blue Cheer show, everybody played their asses off. Bog was great. We were afraid that we’d be the wimpy ones but I think we rose to the occasion.
The most important thing is the audience, as well as the band members had fun.
Sure it was a little weird signing autographs after the show for women who were older than my mother…
…and one had creepy, frosty blue contacts…
But that’s a minor complaint.
I’ve never done this before with any band I’ve opened for but as I was leaving to get my shit loaded in the Ford Fukus station wagon, I made it a point to tell Dickie Peterson, “It was an honor to open for you. You guys do this the right way. God Bless and good luck Mister.”
Then I let him get back to the rest of the well-wishers, wishing him well.
Great night. Great fucking night. I wish it never ended.
A lot could’ve and should’ve gone wrong. Four bands, one stage…three opening acts setting up and striking their gear in front of the battle-damaged, yet surprisingly professional and loud as ever living fuck road equipment of Blue Cheer.
The last three shows of this year have been the best, most satisfying things I’ve done in rock for a long fucking while.
In Rockford we played to no one, but the bar owner was so happy that at one point he stopped the show to bring us a round of shots. Well, let’s just say he was so into it that he wanted to stop the show to drink with us. I dunno, maybe he just wanted to stop the show.
At any rate, the CJ’s gig was great although Cub Girl told me she was just out there and one of the performers was gunned down after the show.
The Old Dog is fine as far as I know.
The Ambersons show, I said enough about that but on a personal and musical level, very satisfying.
The Blue Cheer show, everybody played their asses off. Bog was great. We were afraid that we’d be the wimpy ones but I think we rose to the occasion.
The most important thing is the audience, as well as the band members had fun.
Sure it was a little weird signing autographs after the show for women who were older than my mother…
…and one had creepy, frosty blue contacts…
But that’s a minor complaint.
I’ve never done this before with any band I’ve opened for but as I was leaving to get my shit loaded in the Ford Fukus station wagon, I made it a point to tell Dickie Peterson, “It was an honor to open for you. You guys do this the right way. God Bless and good luck Mister.”
Then I let him get back to the rest of the well-wishers, wishing him well.
Great night. Great fucking night. I wish it never ended.
posted by edP | 5:00 AM
2 Comments:
I told him pretty much the same thing. I had a great night. Dickie is my new bass hero (especially for stickin' it to the drummer with all those jokes).
Chris had the best line when the show was over: "I think I pooped a little."
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