I’ve missed several daily journals. I apologize. But something extraordinary happened last week. I went to a concert. A live concert. With awesome, kick-ass bands. And I made it down to the pit. Real close. At first, several rows away from the stage. And then, I weasled my way into FIRST ROW.
I RAGED! It was wonderful. I was all by myself, but I think that made it even more fun. I don’t think I would have been able to get as close if I were with others.
They played cool stuff; Tommy Lee was great. Lead singer was a bit tired, raspy, sounded like he was in pain. The one guitarist looked like he was dead.
Way out cool. Check out how close I am. You can see the photographers and also the security guard (he does not look terribly imposing I must say). I was pointing to Gene Simmons and he pointed back. The Ace Frehely replacement guy threw me a pick (I still have it). I was so close that I was getting hot from the fire on stage. These guys are professional, professional, performers. Hands down. AWESOME TIME!!!!
So, I’ve decided that I must go to more concerts. With great bands playing really loud music. There is something about a live show. There is something about the rush of being so close. And being surrounded by people as jazzed up as you are. I felt alive. So worth the money!!!
Have a great week everybody -
- Mama K