Some things never work as planned. First, Wimp couldn't make it to
see Motley Crue. He was totally bummed, complaining about being sick
or something, and I'm sure he'll be even more bummed when I tell him
there were breasts aplenty at the show, but, in any case, that left
the reviewing duties to me. Second, as I'm up front getting ready to
take photos, well, they've got the set lists for both the Scorpions
and Motley Crue laid out for the security dudes so they would know
when the pyro bursts would go off.
A Concert Review
This makes my job just a little easier as I scribble down the songs
the bands would play. Now I would just have to make notes about the
show and not worry about the set list. This works well until you
lose the piece of paper you scribbled the set list on. Yep, I lost
my cheat-sheet. Go figure.
So, this review will be short on "they played this and they
played that." Suffice it to say that it was a Motley Crue show,
and well, they played Motley Crue songs. Mostly the hits, but some
obscure stuff that the die-hard fan would appreciate, and I know
Wimp would have been almost in heaven.
This was Motley Crue sans Tommy Lee, and you know what, no one
seemed to care. This was the politically incorrect Motley Crue with
naked girls donning strap-ons, which everyone seemed to care. This
was the not liking Jewel that much Motley Crue (or so the comment
"Jewel, that fat fucking cunt…. We write fuckin' love songs
and we write them from our fucking dick!" would seem to hint
at), which the crowd seemed to agree. This was Motley Crue, maybe
best described by one nice gentleman waiting in line to get in, as
"Yea! Rockn'-fuckn'-roll!!" This was Motley Crue.
Loud, in your face, guitars wailing, and people singing along,
this was a rock concert in all of its glory, and confirmed its being
a rock concert as I got a beer dumped on me. And you know what? I
didn't care. The band played most everything that everyone wanted to
hear, showed that their talent goes beyond just playing loud by
having a most excellent 12-string intro into "Home Sweet
Home," and had me happy to see that rock isn't dead, you just
have to look for it a little harder.
So, set list missing, this review will be a little short. Smoke
machines set to "dense fog," enough confetti that it
looked like a blizzard in July, loud rock and roll music, and
breasts. What more could you ask for? I did not go home
Wrapping this up it's TWO "ROCKN'-FUCKN'-ROLL" THUMBS
That's it for this one, I'm The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!