it was also one of the most colorful rock shows i’ve ever witnessed. a drunken concert goer in the front row brought cat scratch fever to a grinding halt when he spit at the motor city madman.
while theodore was going on a tirade about being able to put up with alot of crap but being spit on crossed the line,
ol’ life of the party thought it best to hock an end over end pterodactyl egg yoke lunger at the nuge. through my binoculars from the 23 row it looked like a slo mo yellow water balloon pasting his bangs to his forehead.
with a scream terrible ted swung his fully cranked byrdland in the air and sledgehammered it down on mucous mel which thundered through the arena, then he leapt offstage and just windmilled punches until his white wristbands turned red. carmine appice ran from behind the kit and grabbed nuge’s mic stand and began plunging the base of the weighted stand on the back of mr bad idea’s noggin. the way that stand recoiled after every direct hit was drawing oohs from the crowd.
carmine pulled ted back onstage, ted thanked the giant samoan brothers in the front for helping him kick some a#%, then launched back into cat scratch fever.
mr 17 beers too many got carried out by security on a stretcher looking like a luau pig.
