‘All I want to do is take a ride into the blue’
I got spendy and bought tickets to some concerts. Then changed my mind.
My Melissa Etheridge/Indigo Girls one just sold. For below face value.
Also I had forgotten I had it for sale. And I had booked flights/hotel.
Anyway, now I have a flight credit and a room credit.
The Def Leppard one didn’t sell. I listed that one at face value, too.
So I drove my happy ass to the venue last night.
Only to have no fewer than four people ask me if I had any tickets for sale.
It sold out after I pulled my ticket off TicketMaster.
Like … I had a ticket for you before I braved the rainy drive to Fort Lauderdale.
Anyway. I hadn’t seen the band as a kid because I had to be $elective. I got Bon Jovi and Motley Crue and was quite elated with that.
So now I’m on a bit of a mission for not just do-overs — like with Kenny Chesney and Alanis, who I saw at the absolute height of my sadness and grief — but also knowing my favorite artists won’t live or otherwise rock forever.
So, my first time seeing Def Leppard was pure joy for me.
Joe Elliott’s voice is still powerful.
The guitars (VIVIAN CAMPBELL OMG and of course Phil Collen) and drums, choice.
And old pics of the band came up during “Photograph.”
Damn Joe looked good!
I tried to get pics of Steve Clark, who left us too soon at age 30. But I loved being reminded of him.
Anyway Rick Allen’s art was on exhibit.
As for my favorite bandmate, I was always in love with Rick Savage. Still am.
Love me a cute bassist.
Took way too many photos. Obvs.
Way too many videos.
But I reveled in the Gen X of it all — everyone acted well in the audience.
I have another concert coming up — speaking of tickets, StubHub can send me that purchase ANY FUCKING DAY NOW — and I almost wish I hadn’t done that one.
Not just because the city is occupied. Though that’s a big fat fucking deterrent to sightseeing in my old stomping grounds.
But because everyone on Reddit bitches that people are loud, aggressive and stinky at every show so far.
This artist does a ton of instrumental music. I’m talking glam metal guitars. And everyone says people scream-talk over it. And then get drunker and scream over the other songs.
Also, not for nothing but this artist is trans. And I’ve heard from way too many credible sources that online trolls are threatening to shoot them and us up.
Shame to have the National Fucking Guard outside and these bored little bobbleheads probably wouldn’t even try to save us because of who we are there to see — and what that means about us.
Which is that we like a really fucking good artist — no more/no less.
I am also bitter because DeSatan ordered that all of our rainbow crosswalks be painted over. Which he did at 3 a.m.
And when people started filling those dark spots in with rainbow chalk, he put police on 24/7 surveillance to keep do-gooders away.
This was supposed to not even be a Def Leppard appreciation post but, rather, a setup for signs from Momma that I had at the show last night.
But as always, I digressed.
Oh well. Imagine being mentally ill and continuing to read this page in hopes that I am having a bad life.
And I’m over here living my best — albeit cautious — one.
As usual.
