alantig
Zombie Four, DFZ
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You know the one - you show up at school/work naked, or show up to school and find out there's a test that you haven't studied for? The prototypical anxiety dream?
I kind of lived it for a second at the Ace Frehley show last night.
We had good seats - third row. Get to the seats, check out the opener's equipment - hey, that's a PRS over there. Cool. And wait a sec - that's a Budda amp. I have PRSi! I have a Budda amp.
Am I opening for Ace Frehley and no one told me???
Well, no. The actual opener wasn't that great. Ace's show was very good - second time I saw him at that venue in nine months. Played a few deep Kiss cuts (Parasite, Strange Ways - nailed it) and covered his whole solo career.
For a long time, I wanted to be just like Ace - he's an old, kinda flabby guy now, so I'm almost there. Just need to dye my hair - and, you know, the talent and fame thing.
I'd also like to pass on a lesson I learned last night. This is for the women out there - I know we don't have a lot of them on the board, but feel free to pass this on to them. Ladies, if at any time you're at a concert and feel compelled to excuse yourself to go to the ladies room, and if you feel compelled while there to remove your underwear and hand them to your boyfriend/husband upon your return in order for him to throw them on the stage for you, please make sure that the wuss can actually get them to the stage!!! Especially if you're in the second row.
True story - the woman in front of us did just that last night, and the guy she was with - from the second row, about 10 feet back - threw them at the stage and didn't quite get them there. To the front edge of the stage, where no one on stage could see them. They then spent the next 45 minutes of the set trying to push forward to get them, but couldn't get there until people left right before the encores. Then Charles Atlas threw them again, this time getting them to Ace (he had to take three steps toward the stage to do this, so he was maybe four feet away), at which point, the woman - who, I remind you, left voluntarily, removed said undies voluntarily, handed them over voluntarily and wanted them thrown onstage - then decided she was embarrassed and hid behind the guy for the rest of the night.
Side note - Ms. Rocket Scientist also had taken off her shoes and newly purchased tour shirt and put them under the chair (not bolted to the floor), and was surprised at the end of the night to find herself shoeless and new tour shirtless. To go along w/the no-longer-possessed undies.
I kind of lived it for a second at the Ace Frehley show last night.
We had good seats - third row. Get to the seats, check out the opener's equipment - hey, that's a PRS over there. Cool. And wait a sec - that's a Budda amp. I have PRSi! I have a Budda amp.
Am I opening for Ace Frehley and no one told me???
Well, no. The actual opener wasn't that great. Ace's show was very good - second time I saw him at that venue in nine months. Played a few deep Kiss cuts (Parasite, Strange Ways - nailed it) and covered his whole solo career.
For a long time, I wanted to be just like Ace - he's an old, kinda flabby guy now, so I'm almost there. Just need to dye my hair - and, you know, the talent and fame thing.
I'd also like to pass on a lesson I learned last night. This is for the women out there - I know we don't have a lot of them on the board, but feel free to pass this on to them. Ladies, if at any time you're at a concert and feel compelled to excuse yourself to go to the ladies room, and if you feel compelled while there to remove your underwear and hand them to your boyfriend/husband upon your return in order for him to throw them on the stage for you, please make sure that the wuss can actually get them to the stage!!! Especially if you're in the second row.
True story - the woman in front of us did just that last night, and the guy she was with - from the second row, about 10 feet back - threw them at the stage and didn't quite get them there. To the front edge of the stage, where no one on stage could see them. They then spent the next 45 minutes of the set trying to push forward to get them, but couldn't get there until people left right before the encores. Then Charles Atlas threw them again, this time getting them to Ace (he had to take three steps toward the stage to do this, so he was maybe four feet away), at which point, the woman - who, I remind you, left voluntarily, removed said undies voluntarily, handed them over voluntarily and wanted them thrown onstage - then decided she was embarrassed and hid behind the guy for the rest of the night.
Side note - Ms. Rocket Scientist also had taken off her shoes and newly purchased tour shirt and put them under the chair (not bolted to the floor), and was surprised at the end of the night to find herself shoeless and new tour shirtless. To go along w/the no-longer-possessed undies.
