Friday, September 12, 2003

I meant to post this a week ago. Procrastination is the word of the day.

I didn’t realize I knew so many Poison songs. I think I know at least the chorus of every mainstream Poison hit. I’m not going to lie. I’m a fan. Have been since junior high. I think in the beginning I became a fan because I thought Brett Michaels was cute. But the more I listened the more I liked. I think it has something to do with Poison’s infectious hooks.

Finish this line:
At the drive in…
Every rose has its thorn, just like….
Don’t need nothing but a….

You know you know the words. You know all of Poison’s songs because they all sound the same. So I guess that’s why I get excited every year when Poison comes around. I know I’m going to have a good time and I know they’re going to sing the songs the people want to hear. (Unlike Kenny Loggins who sang ALL obscure B-sides. Don’t get me wrong B-sides are good. Love Will Follow hurts me EVERYTIME. And if you don’t know about Love Will Follow, GO FIND *download* IT NOW. That is quiet storm slow jam for yo’ behind. But sing the songs the people want to hear. Footloose is aight. But throw me a freakin’ bone. Where was Heart to Heart? Okay, I’m done.) This year was no exception. Brett and the boys did not disappoint.

I had to stay home and paint the fire damage on Monday. There was no way I was going to miss the show, BUT I knew that I had to take some responsibility to get the house back in order (since in a way I was a little bit responsible. But NOT A LOT.) . Curse this infernal adulthood. As the evening waned on I couldn’t quite figure out why Toya kept calling. She knew that I was coming. Calling me every 10 minutes was not going to get me there any faster. It was only when I got my ticket from will call and followed her closer and closer and closer toward the stage did I understand her enthusiasm. HOLY CRAP!!!!!! I could see Vince Neil’s crow’s feet. (Y’all, my man is getting old. That’s what he gets for not kickin’ it with Tommy Lee.) You know how you get so excited about something that you think you just might pass out/on? That’s how I felt. I think the magnitude of the situation kicked in. “I’m in the seventh row. Brett is coming here. I can see Brett. Brett can see ME….BOBBY CAN SEE ME!!!!” I immediately began formulating my plan of action. I figured I could take out at LEAST 3 security guards. I’m strong and I’m quick and I’m black. They’ll probably just assume I work here. (That was a joke, Corey.) By the time they figure it out, I’ll have grabbed Bobby/Brett up around the ankles.

After I came back to the land known as REALITY, I settled in to enjoy the show. Poison commenced rockin’ like it was 1988. Some bands/artists put on mediocre shows. I can understand that. You do the same songs night after night after night. Same stuff, different place. Poison is not one of those bands. ALL the hits. Well not all of them. They didn’t sing “I Want Action”…..But it didn’t matter. Brett still looks 29. Bobby still looks…um….nice. (I shan’t say anything further. Y’all know he fine.) Rikki still looks fabu. (Rikki had wardrobe. My man changed clothes, hats and accessories. Go on Boy!) And CC still looks crazy. (We’ve all seen the Poison Behind the Music. The moral of that story is DRUGS ARE BAD!)

I could go off on some long drawn out spiel about how good the show was and all, but why? Poison ROCKED. Brett rocked. Rikki rocked. CC rocked. Bobby rocked like Gibraltar. Great show. Great fans. Great time. Great friends. We’ll do it all again next year.

Quote of the night
“God bless you m****af*****s!!!!”
I mean, he tried.

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