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I've never seen AC/DC nor Pink Floyd. I've also never really seen Spock's Beard - Whom I love when I was actually there, just paying more attention
to the bar. Took me four years to finally buy the first album, for some reason and was more than mildly surprised with. I also have no recollection of
a Deep Purple gig and the ensuing personal fiasco.
I would have seen AC/DC in '86 as Queensryche were the opening act, whom I was into at the time(now there are two of them, ugh, are they gonna keep
on forever, spawning?)
but did get to see Judas Priest/Krokus. I was vacationing in the midwest at my grandparents house when the show happened back home. So I did the next
best thing, in my mind. Funny how back then I was too snobbish to like AC/DC but I realize the error of that way. How many radio songs do they have
when you think about it? Loads.
Not enough time and money too see all the shows But there are some, like the Gillan Sabbath show, he later wrote a song about the flight from that
show to Salt Lake City when he met "MItzi Dupree". I was a part of that in a really insignificant way and that's kinda cool.I'm also in the crowd
getting beat up in a couple of songs from Purple's Nobody's Perfect. Jon Lord played Let It Be before the Fur Elise bit that's on the record and
was wearing a white tux. Cool dude.
Here's another funny one, in '02 I moved two weeks or so before Rush played to a place they played two weeks or so before.
Back on track. Sabbath w/ Gillan, '82. Ozzy/ Metallica '86. Metallica, and I knew what I was in for as I had liked the first two albums but they
were something I was not prepared for. Onslaught. Just blew me away. Cliff Died that September, I believe, two months after that. There were never the
same but did do one legendary album with ...aJFA. They so totally pwned Ozzy and everyone at the Monsters of Rock in '88. The one I saw was a near
riot when they played and the turned the power off twice on the band. Cool memories.
Ozzy/ Sepultura whenever the Retirement Sucks tour happened(spur of the moment, I bought the tickets at a bar through a friend of a friend.) and
Sabbath/ Pantera somewhere in the late '90s and my friend's wife was a stripper and brought a couple hot babes. They had no interest in me but it
was a cool party in the limo nonetheless.
There was also the Metallica show in whatever year last decade with Candlebox, Suicidal Tendencies and Fight. Spur of the moment didn't work so well
as the unknown guy who gave me a ride left me thirty miles or so from home. I had to beg around and found some guys who made me drink some JD that had
been broiled that day in the back of their truck from the mid summer desert sun. I was broke and couldn't even take the bus home, the $25 for the
show was all I had. But the show was cool, except I've waned on Metallica a lot since the cruddy Black Album. I had seen Candlebox before and wasn't
too impressed and they killed that night.
Saw Steve Morse and Gary Moore open for Rush on two tours in the '80's, knew nothing of them and the slayed me. Huge fan of both since. Saw a local
guy, bass player, then open up for Steve Morse a few years later. Never heard of the dude again until a few months ago I see this killer bass player
doing the street performer thing, jamming away.Never knew until then he was a local dude(assumed but never knew and never bothered to look him up on
the web. Turns out the dude played with Larry Carlton at one time.
Across the way from him were two guys with electric cellos jamming Carry On Wayward Son. My journey through life has been a lame musical(not the
music, but me) but I've seen some cool gigs and got most of the ticket stubs to prove it. I'm anal and held onto as many as I could but some escaped
over the years.
I tried to make music way back when, that turned out not so well also. I was trying to make prog rock and didn't even know the term, if it existed
then. I just knew Rush, Deep Purple, Dio, they were my gods. They affected me deeply as a young 'un and I wanted to try and do the same. I soon found
out I'm not Neal Peart, I can't play like him nor write lyrics anywhere nears his lowest drivel, and it seems I never found someone to be that voice
to write non-crappy lyrics. I probably would have failed as a musician as I suck, I just sponge crap off all the cool drummers I listen to and fake
what I can. The studio would have killed me, I'd bet.
He has written a few books and this post is rather verbose, so there's that tiny bit in common.
Then there was the time that the band played on a flatbead with the VLA right behind them, or the guy who came out in a chicken suit, or the guys
shooting bottle rockets out the back of my truck in the parking lot after a show, or time I kicked hack with a beer, my feet up on the stage with
Steve Morse ten feet away jamming or.........