I hold no claim to being a rock-n-roller. In fact, I did not attend my first concert until I was the ripe old age of 19. Granted, it was David Bowie, but still. And, talk about nose-bleed seats? If my seats were any higher in the rafters I would have been sitting on the roof with the pigeons.
I’ve been to a few concerts since . . . does seeing Neil Diamond twice with my mom count? No? Okay . . . seriously, the man puts on an awesome show. Really!
Anyhoo . . .
My sister once scored me a pair a tickets to see Bon Jovi. They were decent seats . . . first tier on the side of the stage with a decent view of the action below.
I wasn’t and am not a big fan of Bon Jovi, but the price was right and my sister-in-law thought they were the cat’s ass. So, I treated her to dinner and the show, sure that it would be a fun evening. I couldn’t imagine how it could suck. Food, beer and rock-n-roll! Woo hoo!
I remember the opening act well; it was the Jeff Healey. If you don’t know who he was . . . and I say was because he died from cancer at the terribly young age of 41 . . . he had a hit called Angel Eyes that was a Billboard top five hit for 22 weeks in 1989. You need a further clue he was the blind musician who played a role in the 1989 Patrick Swayze film Road House. Anyhoo . . . he was amazing and he put on a great show.
Bon Jovi was . . . well, I remember them coming on stage and starting their opening song. After that . . . mmmm . . . not so much. I fell fast asleep . . . I mean I was horking some serious zzzz’s right there in the middle of all that rock’n and roll’n and chicks- a’scream’n and my sister-in-law hoppin’ and a boppin’.
If you’ve ever been to a rock concert you know how loud they are. So, it takes some extreme talent to master the art of snoozing through all that noise.
I . . . am . . . the . . . master.
Alright, I admit it. I’m lame.