When I was in my 20s, rock music was my life. I have told a few tales before like this classic post from 2004 and this one when Heidi and I went to see The Cult in Las Vegas.
Last Sunday I did something that I haven’t done since, urgh 2001, and went to a big concert in an arena. Yes, I realize that during the Plague is a strange time to break my resolve to never go to a big concert again.
My cousin kind-of tricked me and next thing I knew I had my credit card out and soon had two tickets to see Guns N’ Roses.
I now own a $75 t-shirt. After I wear it, I fold it in tissue and put it in a velvet-lined box in a special moisture-controlled room.
I have only seen them one other time in 1989 at the Cathouse. They played It’s So Easy three times and turned it into this video (mature audiences only.)
It was *amazing.*
I loved every minute.
So many memories of going to concerts when I was younger. The interminable wait for the band to come on. After awhile, whenever one of the warm-up songs ends, everyone starts cheering and then stops when another song comes on. The smell of pot as soon as the lights go down. The feel of the drums in my chest. It was a good crowd. Everyone was there to have a good time.
It was the first arena show at Moda Center since Covid.
They played 3 hours, 25 songs. Matt showed me his phone when it got past 11. “We’re getting our moneys worth.”
We did.
Weren’t you working at Panavision and saw them film the video Patience?
I’d swear you got a few picks and sent me one?