Friday, November 21, 2014

My DAD RULES


I'm feeling nostalgic today.
Dad blogging...

Bringing me back to thoughts of a simple sheet of paper that
used to hang on our refrigerator door.

I made it myself...
I deemed it "refrigerator-door-worthy" myself...
I used to stare at it and wonder if anyone else did...

I still have it somewhere, the original DAD RULES.
I do believe its time to dig it back out and start living it again.

My Dad rules.

I rule.

These are MY RULES:


Dad's Rules


Right?!

Monday, November 17, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: The J. Geils Band Last Friday Night


Last Friday Night...

Waiting for hours on a freezing cold Detroit City sidewalk...

Not for tickets, like in the past, but for an enviable spot...

At a General Admission J. Geils Band concert with my son...

Showing him the ropes for my job as RockStar Dad is almost done...

Complete with crazed diehards like myself swapping tales of old...

How this band once ruled our town with a vengeance like no other...

Detroit Breakdown Motor City Shakedown, amen my brother.


Wedged up front and dead center we warm and we Wait...

For Peter, Seth, Magic Dick, and DK but its not quite the same...

Somethings been whacked firmly and permanently from place...

A faceless drummer, two guitarists and a teleprompter on the stage...

The songs are still great but the Teeth of Time they don't care...

I know too much and over-analyze this Come Back Houseparty again.


I checked the marquee and it read the J. Geils Band not the D. Levine...

And for the first time I'm old and I'm sad and sure of two things...

Love Stinks for real and I miss seeing J. Geils the man.


The J. Geils Band Detroit 2014






Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Seventeen Years Ago



Seventeen Years Ago...

Again with the Rock N' Roll road trips Going Back To Cali...

Golf and Best Friends and Cigars and The Stones...

In a really good place a downright fine and great place...

Flying first class with a bottomless gin and tonic glass..

Getting lost in an Oakland neighborhood not unlike Detroit...

Checking into our room to head straight for bar's last call...

Wondering why I had seen this video before.


Pacing myself drinking Diet Coke for a spell...

Some weird misunderstanding leaves my smoke crushed by a boot...

Worn by a Vietnam Vet with a chip and an attitude...

Sorted out in time for Pearl Jam to rock out...

Another famous opening act left to play second fiddle...

The Rolling Stones cross their Bridge arriving five feet from my seat.


Even with a parking lot Thief In The Night robbing us blind...

I continually and continuously live a charmed life...

For in the midst of it all, I high-five Mick Jagger.







Friday, October 31, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Twenty Years Ago



Twenty Years Ago...

I arrived home from the airport exhausted just in time...

To hurriedly paint a Stones' tongue on my pumpkin and wait...

For tiny Trick or Treaters to beg while my mind was still gone...

Left back in California riding The Voodoo Lounge Tour bus...

Nearing the end of an old life unsure of starting a new life...

Yet inspired once again filled with Sympathy For The Devil...

And love for a Best Friend who never ever failed me.


Caring not for the next day the next week the next year...

Drinking too well and too much like I was long prone to do...

Holding strange hands and smiling and laughing with the skies...

Out of town in my element out of mind in my haze...

These guys are true heroes and wicked role models...

When all else crumbles the music's Love Is Strong and unfazed.


Jumping over the wall turning good tickets into great ones...

I'm on top of the world roaming floor seats like I own them...

It was Halloweek with The Stones at the Oakland Coliseum.











Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Twenty Five Years Ago Night Two


Twenty Five Years Ago...

Tickets deftly obtained by reentering the line after #1 SOLD OUT...

Back for Round Two with my best Los Angeles mate...

An indisputably pissed off Living Colour opens with a rant...

And tensions are high with bigotry and hate...

For Axl the Offender is no where to be found...

Only Izzy and Duff and Steven and Slash swagger out...

For an epic apology by the top hat on the perils of smack.


After the heroin ramblings I'm not sure it was Pro or it was Con...

But the message was delivered and the G n' R Show was on...

With a true Appetite For Destruction these guys lay to waste...

A hometown crowd whacked straight across the face...

Yet the monstrous stage remained solidly in place almost panting...

To welcome The Rolling Stones and their powerful musical embrace.


Had Keith Richards himself convinced the new kids to stick it out...

In Slash's own words...

"Nobody ever told us shit."



Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Twenty Five Years Ago


Twenty Five Years Ago...

With a ticket I waited over 5 hours in line to purchase...

Some old fashioned way on a cold sidewalk before dawn-break...

I arrive at the Coliseum for Night One like a gladiator alone...

Completely enthralled at the spectacle of old and new Rock Royalty...

Here, of course, for The Stones but Guns N' Roses battle valiantly...

Cussing and spitting and imploding in front of tens of thousands...

My first ever witness to a full blown break up on stage.


Axl quits and falls awkwardly from the stage into the sea of madness...

Seizing the moment and sprinting the Olympic track like he planned it...

Rock N' Fucking Roll almost from another planet...

Yet the Glimmer Twins leave nothing to the imagination...

Winning the night and the crowd and the world once again...

The Olympic Torch burning brightly like the ultimate cigarette lighter.


Avoiding a punk-ass mugging on the way back to my car...

No one was getting this Steel Wheels Denim jacket...

The merchandise stand took credit cards.















Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Thirty Two Years Ago



Thirty Two Years Ago...

In the back of a car driven by a friend of a friend...

Heading eastbound from East Lansing...

Road-tripping all too soon from my supposed new home...

To see Roger and Pete and John but no Keith...

In a Teenage Wasteland stupor state of mind...

Expecting brilliance under the Dome...

But getting muddled and manic darkness instead.


Eddie Money duly entertained...

Yet The Clash egregiously agitated...

"Welcome to the Pontiac Trash Can..."

And The Who battled to bash the place down...

Awaking inexplicably back in a dormitory bunk...

I shake off the cobwebs and the rust and the dust.


Rock is Dead, they say...

And we could have been should have been...

Long Live Rock.




Friday, September 19, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Thirty Three Years Ago

Thirty Three Years Ago...

On four of five sold out nights...

Reveling in the electric atmosphere of Pine Knob...

Perched on rainbow wall of painted rock-band logos...

Watching thousands of friends I do not know by name...

Leaping and Staggering and Dancing their way to the lawn...

To worship America's Greatest Live Band of All Time...

I find my strength and my peace and my place.


School is in and life is on and girls are an enigma...

But this place has become my Sanctuary...

And Seventeen feels like the long journey's end...

With Peter Wolf as my mentor, my guide and my light...

It's the One Last Kiss of summer...

And a Houseparty that must never ever end.


Thirty Three Years Ago...

The J. Geils Band and I were poised to rule the world...

And my Rock N' Roll die was cast.









Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Rock N' Roll Poetry: Thirty Six Years Ago


Thirty Six Years Ago...

I lay burrowed in a dark brown bean bag chair...

In a room filled with flowery wallpaper and frilly bedding...

Sporting huge headphones that transported me to another dimension...

Hypnotized by the sounds that burned indelible images onto my brain...

Of dangerous love and gutters and discotheques and trash...

Of booze and pills and powders...

Of cocktail parties on the streets.



As the eight-track tape remained firmly lodged in place...

The awkward chunk of the switching regularly interrupted my utopia...

But only temporarily momentarily...

For I was days away from turning fourteen...

In the midst of the most complicated yet simplistic time of my life...

And The Rolling Stones were all that really mattered.



Thirty Six Years Ago...

Some things never change...

Except I need a new bean bag chair...












Thursday, July 3, 2014

Motley Crue in Grand Rapids Concert Review - The Final Tour is DOA

Motley Crue kicked off their Final Tour last night in Grand Rapids, MI...
and they bombed in a most spectacular D.O.A. train-wreck fashion unlike any mess I've ever seen.
Fire and Brimstone and Pure Disaster.

Motley Crue The Final Tour T Shirt

Here's a recap of the show, in my humble opinion...
Alice Cooper was phenomenal!

In a short opening set of just less than an hour, Alice ripped through hit after hit.  He brought out his new guitarist and his snake.  He looked great and sounded great.  The band got a chance to show off, there was confetti, an electrocution and a beheading.  All in a days work, Alice Cooper is the consummate showman and proved that Rock N' Roll is not dead.  But perhaps I should re-phrase that...



The audience watched Alice die on stage TWICE last night.
Then we all watched in horror as the headliner died for real.

Its hard to put into words how horrible and unprofessional last evening's concert really was.
The show literally came to a GRINDING HALT three separate times.
The first stoppage came just three songs into the ridiculously loud set when Tommy Lee broke his bass drum. Well, that led to some Mick Mars noodling until he clearly got fed up and the entire band disappeared for about 10 minutes.  "Tommy fucked that up!" said the team-player lead singer.

A few songs later, when the guitars went out Mick Mars screamed that he couldn't play because he had "no fucking ears" pointing to his malfunctioning earpiece monitor.

The band quickly lost the crowd during the third stoppage when it became apparent to all that this wasn't just a case of "first night jitters."  After being set up in the Van Andel Arena for two weeks prior to this opening night, the show was clearly under-rehearsed and technically flawed.  Again, I stress that Alice Cooper had ZERO problems with his set.



Tommy Lee on the CruciFly

Motley Crue may have bit off more than they can chew with this monster stage and overblown production, with a show that is as fat and bloated as the lead singer.  And I'm sorry, but does Vince Neil even know the lyrics to his own songs anymore?  We've all know for years that he can't hit the high notes, but he holds the microphone out to the crowd to back him up on EVERY FUCKING SONG.  It's a travesty that a front man can be this insulting to a paying audience.  He publicly blamed everyone but himself for the show's problems last night.  But here's a thought...take a look in the mirror Vince, if you can fit your inflated reflection into one, and take some heat for this debacle yourself.  Learn the words to your own hit songs and actually sing them.   Is that too much to ask?!

"I need to pray that we get through this set..." - Nikki Sixx onstage last night.
"They didn't..." - Me last night.

Motley Crue B Stage Encore

The only redeeming quality to the entire night was the encore B-Stage performance of 'Home Sweet Home'. When the band actually stripped down the bombastic noise and played their instruments, they sounded great.  Too bad the entire show couldn't be like this.

Will they right this ship and fix the mistakes by this weekend?  Probably not.  Sorry folks in Milwaukee, but you better prepare yourselves for an expensive let-down.  Don't worry though, the fire and smoke bombs will probably work properly.

Kudos also to the un-billed first band, the Raskins, who came on prior to the ticket's start time of 7:00pm. Sorry boys, I missed the first part of your set but the kickass closing run through The Stooges' "Search and Destroy" was epic!  Well Done!

"All Bad Thing Must Come To An End" is one of their own taglines to this end run
and from what I saw July 2nd, it's already over.

Here lies Motley Crue...
1981 - July 2, 2014.

#RIPMotleyCrue indeed.