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Bob1Dog Inner circle Wife: It's me or this houseful of 1159 Posts |
As always Arthur, fascinating stuff. I love these stories!
What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about?
My neighbor rang my doorbell at 2:30 a.m. this morning, can you believe that, 2:30 a.m.!? Lucky for him I was still up playing my drums. |
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
So much for loyalty huh?
I know it's been said before but how can such a talent be so messed up? I'd sell my soul to have 1/2 of Clapton's talent. |
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landmark Inner circle within a triangle 5194 Posts |
Very enlightening. Thanks.
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
Folks, I'm going to post one more story, and then I really am going to call it quits. I don't want this thread to turn into "The Arthur Stead Story." So some of you other guys can contribute from now on.
Anyone remember the original MTV Veejays? Nina Blackwood, Mark Goodman, JJ Johnson, Martha Quinn, and Alan Hunter. Their job was to promote new videos of the latest pop and rock artist's singles. Of course, the videos on their playlists were were predetermined by how much the relevant record companies contributed towards promoting their new acts ... (I guess that's my very polite way of defining "payola"). Anyway, as MTV got bigger and bigger, recording artists benefited from, and clamored for this type of TV exposure. Now, I'm sure everyone remembers John Waite, whose first hit single was "Missing You." MTV played that video relentlessly in 1984, and the song became a #1 hit. I joined the band as keyboardist after that initial success, touring and recording with John from 1986 through '87. Hopes were high that the next album would yield a similar success. But unfortunately, that was not to be. John's follow-up single was "Every Step Of The Way", which was a poor song ... definitely not destined to become a hit. In those days, the whole point of touring and doing live shows was to promote record sales. And by playing a band's current video, MTV's job was to inspire people not only to buy the album, but also to purchase tickets for the live shows. As MTV became more and more popular, the Veejays became more and more powerful. Musical acts counted on them saying favorable things about their videos, and to announce their tour schedules. So there we were in 1986: John Waite and the No Brakes Band, trying to promote "Every Step Of The Way"... a song that was going nowhere fast. We were slogging away on a seemingly endless bus tour. What made things even more difficult was that, for some strange reason, MTV only rarely aired the video of our single. And because record sales were poor, John's management kept adding unplanned one-nighters. Some of these gigs were in decent theaters, but most of them were horrible, "divey" club dates. They had us crisscrossing back and forth all over the map, traveling 500 - 600 miles each day. Plus, attendance was poor because they didn't have time to promote these last-minute dates. Night after night of this WILL wear you out. They might as well have called us the No Breaks Band! (I actually got real sick and at one show, was coughing up blood). Then one day, we had an unexpected bit of free time. I remember we were at a Holiday Inn somewhere. Some of the guys were hanging out at the pool. But I happened to be in my room watching MTV when suddenly, our "Every Step Of The Way" video came on. This was such a rare occurrence that I called out to the other guys. They came running, and we watched the video together. Most of the band members just couldn't understand why MTV was doing a such a poor job promoting John's new single, or our tour. But when the song ended, John Waite had to confess something, which explained exactly why people weren't coming to see our shows: OK, remember at the top of this story I mentioned Mark Goodman, one of the original MTV Veejays? Well, unknown to the rest of us, John Waite had been fooling around with Marks' wife. And Mark had found out. So imagine our surprise in that Holiday Inn hotel room when, after the video finished playing, Mark Goodman came on and said, "Well, that was John Waite's new single. That's the good news. The bad news is, he won't be going on tour anytime soon!" |
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Mark Boody Illusionist Inner circle 1366 Posts |
Arthur
Another great rock n' roll story from the 80's! I could read those stories ALL day long. I stayed up LATE Sunday to read the 10 pages of posts (every story was awesome BTW)! So I guess I will now enter the fray with a tale of my own. In the winter of 1984 I had attended a "snow camp", where church youth groups had a time of learning, fun & fellowship. This particular snow camp was just for the weekend (arrive Friday,Saturday and leave Sunday) in Monadnock NH. The activities include "tubing", snowball fights, skiing etc. You meet a lot of kids at these camps and one the campers I met was "Mary". We hit it off really well and hung out together a lot that weekend. So on the last day of the camp we exchanged phone numbers and talked about "going out sometime". Well, we talked almost every day on the phone. I had just graduated high school and moved into my first apartment and she was in her senior year. We had not yet gone on a date because she lived over an hour away from me, so that made dating difficult at best with me working full time and her in school full time. However, in one of our lengthy phone coversations she mentioned that the senior prom was approaching and she really wanted me to take her to it. So I said "Why not?" When I told one of my "buddies" he thought it was "cool", but he said I shouldn't take her to her senior prom in my old "klunker". He then offered me the services of his car, which was A LOT nicer than my old klunker! He said the only stipulation was that I had to "detail" his car, which I thought was a small price to pay for the priveledge of using his car. I worked a full 8 hour shift on Friday, my buddy brings over his car for me to detail Friday night, which I do. I get up early Saturday morning to work another 8 hour shift, run back to my apartment to take a quick shower grab my tux and drive over to my buddys house to exchange cars and then drive an hour plus to pick up Mary. I get to her house, run inside to change into the tux and off to the prom we go! We do the whole prom "thing", dinner, dancing and pictures. Mary and I then leave to drive an hour plus back to my apartment (why her parents let her do this is beyond me, but hey it was the 80's). We get back to my apartment around 1 AM, we both change our clothes jump back into the car and drive an hour to the beach to watch the sunrise! We meet a couple of her friends there and then decide to go out for breakfast. After breakfast Mary and I head back to my apartment (another hour drive) so that I can be back to work at 12:00 (this is now Sunday). We get back to my apartment, I get my stuff that I need for work and off to work I go (yes, leaving Mary at my apartment while away the time). When I finally arrive back at my apartment (approximately 5:30 PM), I walk in to find Mary sitiing on the couch with her arms folded, she looked like she had been sucking on a lemon the whole time I was gone! I'm like, hey babe what's up? Well she told me what was up, in NO uncertain terms!! "Why didn't you tell me you were MARRIED & THAT YOUR WIFE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL HAVING A BABY?!!! WHAT????????? Now understand, I've been up for 36 hours straight and probably not thinking very clearly. I'm thinking to myself I don't THINK I'm married and pretty sure I'm not having any kids! I start asking questions. she tells me that a certain Dr. SO and SO called from St. Josephs Hospital asking for me. She told him I wasn't there, could she take a message? YES, tell Mark that his wife had a beautiful baby boy 7 lbs 11 oz! It finally dawned on me it was my "buddy" Will!!! He knew that Mary was going to be at my apartment alone while I was at work, so he called pretending to be the "doctor". I immediately called him to accuse him, which he denied for about 20 seconds til he broke out laughing hysterically!!! I then asked him to tell Mary it was all a BIG joke. He said NO, and told me to do it and then hung up the phone. Well after about 45 minutes I was able to "convince" Mary that it was all a big joke and none of it was true!! I think we had one more date after that and we just stopped seeing each other, gee I wonder why?! Mark
Only he who can see the invisible can do the impossible. Frank L. Gaines
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
That's a good one Mark. I had a buddy that did something similar to me. With friends like that, who needs enemies.
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
All right, all right ... I can't help myself! Here are a couple of quickies.
Story One: It's 1982 or '83. On tour with the Mamas and the Papas. After a show and subsequent party, our tour manager Al brings an inebriated, but hot-looking groupie back to his hotel room. As expected, what follows is a wild night of debauchery. The next morning, the girl wakes up beside him in bed. She looks at Al, does a double take, and declares: "YOU'RE not Billy!" Side note: At the next opportunity, the band members had T-shirts made up for ourselves, imprinted with the slogan "You're not Billy!" Story Two: For the Mamas and Papas tours, we used a 4-piece band consisting of keyboards, guitar, bass and drums. We never thought of naming ourselves, because we were essentially just the back-up band for the principal singers. One time during our tour, a German fan introduced himself to the musicians with the only English words someone must have taught him: "Hallo, my name is Heinlich, and I have an unusual member!" The poor fellow had no idea why we all cracked up! Of course, immediately after this episode, the band was inspired to christen ourselves "The Unusual Members." |
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
I love all your band stories Arthur! I sincerely hope you keep em comin.
Well, it seems that the sun is setting on this great thread so gather round the camp fire all of you story lovers. It's time for another chapter. PART 5 The Odd Couple After all the questioning was over at the gas station (police, fire dept., station manager and the regional manager), I finally got to go home and all thoughts turned to vacation. Bags were packed and I had picked up the prize package from the radio station which included $200.00, airline tickets, check-in info for the hotel and a ticket voucher (tickets could be picked up on the day of the concert at the box office). While waiting for our flight at the airport the next day, we met the other winning couple, Mark & Lori. (There were 2 Chicago winners.) I knew it was them because the guy was wearing a sweatshirt with the radio station's logo. They were holding hands and acting like newlyweds. We introduced ourselves and after a bit of talking, we found out they had been married a little over a year. We still had some time left before boarding the plane and the ladies went to get us some snacks. As soon as they were out of ear shot this guy turns to me and says " you got to help me figure out how to get away from my wife tonight, I need about an hour to take care of something". I've known this guy for less than 10 minutes and already he's trying to get me involved in some kind of scheme. I asked him what was going on but he wouldn't go into any details. He acted very nervous and kept looking over my shoulder for the girls to come back. Once they did come back he went right back into his loving husband routine, acting like this strange conversation never took place. Once we were on the plane (they were not seated by us) my GF said Lori also changed demeanor when they were away. "She got very nervous, only saying she felt like her husband was up to something." She said he was bi-polar and sometimes was prone to go off the deep end. Wonderful. Once we were at the hotel we made plans to meet up later for dinner and drinks. (I have to admit I was curious as to where this was going.) As the 4 of us were on our way to the restaurant that evening, we heard that tomorrow night's concert was sold out. Lori said they were going to sell their tickets and use the money to enjoy their last full day and night in Ft. Lauderdale. She said they would rather enjoy the city than sit in a smoky stadium. My GF and I thought this was a good idea and agreed to meet them at 9:30 in the morning to pick up the tickets at the box office which opened at 10:00. During dinner I could tell Mark was anxious, he kept looking at his watch and it seemed like this was the last place he wanted to be, but if he had come up with a master plan he didn't mention it to me. After dinner we went to a beach front bar that was right across the street from our hotel. As we sat at our table the conversation turned to magic (with a little help from me) and I started to do a few tricks. This attracted the attention of some of the patrons and soon there was a group of people gathered around our table, watching me perform. In the middle of a routine Mark jumps up and "announces" that he has to use the bathroom. As he walked around the corner, out of sight one look at his wife was enough to show that she was concerned about his departure and sure enough after a few minutes she excused herself and went off in pursuit of her husband. After a few seconds, from the back of the bar we hear a woman scream "YOU SON OF A B*TCH" followed by Lori heading back to our table. She grabbed her purse, said enjoy your vacation and headed out the door. Her husband, who never even looked in our direction, followed right behind her. Everyone who had been watching this turned and looked at me like I knew what was going on. I said "I guess they don't like my act". We figured they would work things out and meet us in the morning as planned but the next morning they weren't in the lobby. We didn't know if we should wait for them so I went to the front desk to check their room number. I was more than a little surprised to find they had checked out several hours ago! We never saw them again, they were not on the plane home and what happened that night remains a mystery to this day. Next time - "Over the hills and far away" |
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
Hi Mark, and welcome to Speaker's Corner. Thanks for your contribution ... a most enjoyable story!
You too, Daryl. Thank for continuing your amazing saga! Can't wait for the next episode ... |
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Mark Boody Illusionist Inner circle 1366 Posts |
Daryl
I'm with Arthur...waiting anxiously for the next installment.
Only he who can see the invisible can do the impossible. Frank L. Gaines
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
Have you ever instantly benefited from getting a new job? Received some sort of perk on the first day of accepting new employment? What's the best "getting a new job bonus" you've ever received?
Imagine this scenario: You are invited to audition for a famous rock band. So you take a shuttle flight from Boston to New York City and book into a hotel. The next day at around noon, you take a taxi to the rehearsal hall, where you meet the main guitarist, bass player and drummer. Their faces all look a little glum, because as you later find out, they've had no luck finding the right musician. They've actually already tried 30 keyboard/guitar players in Los Angeles, and 30 others in The Big Apple. The band's roadies set you up with an 88-key Yamaha electric grand piano and a Hammond B-3 organ. They hand you a beautiful vintage Fender Telecaster, and plug it into a Marshall stack. And then, music! While you're jamming with the band, you notice the other musicians starting to smile. And twenty minutes later, there are congratulations all around, as you are told you've got the job! But the day is still young. Your flight back to Boston doesn't leave until the next day. So the band leader invites you to spend the evening at his home. Would you say no? Of course not! So, later that afternoon, a limo driver is sent to your hotel, and you're driven to a multi-million dollar private estate in upstate New York. There, you are welcomed by your new boss and his gorgeous, sexy girlfriend, Barbara. She gives you a tour of the house, including their upstairs bedroom. In this room, one entire wall, at least 30' wide, is taken up by a built-in closet with sliding doors. Barbara shows you what it contains: hundreds of identical 3-piece silk suits, arranged by color in every shade of the rainbow! She tells you to feel free to take any of them for yourself, because her guy doesn't really wear them. Next, your new boss shows you around his state of the art, custom built recording studio. You're blown away by the sound quality as you listen to some his latest song demos. And then he takes you to a large adjacent room to display and examine his incredible vintage guitar collection. What a day! But this is far from over. After some more socializing, the band leader (let's just call him PF) and Barbara suggest you accompany them to a party to which they've been invited. They arrange to have her sister be your date. A phone call is made, and Barbara's sister, Carole, hops on a train from New York City. Snacks are provided, Barbara goes upstairs to change, and PF and you talk about music until Carole arrives. She is the spitting image of her sister ... if not even more breathtakingly beautiful. She's dressed in a very short black miniskirt, with fishnet stockings and stiletto heels ... the typical 1980's "expensive New York tart" look. Barbara comes downstairs, dressed very similarly, and PF's limo driver is summoned. So the four of you arrive at the party in style. It's on a country estate in someone's private home. Alcohol and food are being consumed by the guests. Various other "party favors" are also indulged in, albeit more privately. You notice that, because of his fame, PF is too often the focus of unwanted attention. At some point, tired of fans and admirers coming up to bother him, PF suggests that you and him trade roles. Since the two of you look alike, you are to pretend that you're PF, and that your date Carole is actually Barbara ... while he will pretend to be you, and that his girlfriend Barbara is Carole. So you fool around with that role-switching gag for a while ... which is quite amusing when you see people's reactions who assume you are PF! Eventually though, it gets tiresome. You finally say your goodbyes, and the limo drives everyone back to PF's home. Once there, PF suggests that you should stay over, instead of going back to your hotel in the City. He motions for you and Carole to follow, and takes you upstairs to a huge bedroom opposite his own, saying, "You and Carole can sleep here." And before you can respond (since you're kind of in shock), PF inserts a video into a VHS machine, and a hard-core X-rated movie starts playing on a large TV screen mounted on the wall (you'll never forget the title, "Little Girls Blue"). And then he says goodnight and leaves, closing the door behind him! Dumbfounded, you turn to face Carole, who smiles tantalizingly, leans closer, embraces you, and the next thing you feel your lips on hers ..... The one thing that has always bothered me ... to this very day ... is that throughout that wild night, I always had the sneaking suspicion that PF and Barbara were secretly watching Carole and me on a hidden camera! |
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landmark Inner circle within a triangle 5194 Posts |
Hmmm, I guess my getting a box of colored chalk and a new eraser wasn't quite as good? Dustless chalk, too, it was.
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
LOL, Landmark! I would never change my experience. But prior to landing the job with PF, I was a teacher at Berklee College of Music for 2 years. And if I knew then what I know now about the consequences of leading a life of excess, I might just be tempted to accept that box of chalk instead!
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
Landmark
Arthur, I never tire of your stories of fame and fortune. Do you remember what was the first song you guys jammed to? It's a great feeling when you first realize the mix of musicians your playing with is just right and the sound your creating is something unique. It feels right in the first couple of bars. And it's nice to hear that "P.F" is really a nice guy. I had a micro second experience with him that left me with a far different impression. He snubbed me. Peter Frampton was touring with Kansas (Early 90's I believe)and there was a show at the Rialto Theatre in Joliet Il. I attended the show with a friend of mine. Kansas opened, followed by Peter. Both shows were top notch and afterwards when we were in the car leaving, we pulled out behind one of those big fancy tour busses. We figured it was one of the bands so we followed it and sure enough it pulled into the local Holiday Inn. There was a security guard by the side entrance of the hotel so we parked and asked him if we could say a quick hello as the band made there way inside. There was no one else there. He said that would be fine so we waited by the side door as the bus pulled up to the side walk. The doors opened and out walked several guys with long hair, no one I recognized but they nodded and said hi as they walked by. And then...there he was! Mr. Peter Frampton was getting off the bus and would pass within 3 feet of where I was standing! I believe I made some mundane remark like "you guys were great" or something like that but it doesn't matter as from the moment he got off the bus he kept his eyes forward and walked right passed us like we weren't even there. I couldn't stop myself from sticking my head in the doorway and yelling "AND HE'S A NICE GUY TOO". But the story does have a happy ending. As we were heading back to the car, the security guard stopped us and said he thought the other band was already here and having a drink in the bar. We went to the bar and sure enough it was full of Kansas band members and their entourage. They were all nice guys and we spent about an hour partying with them. I told the guitarist (Can't remember his name) about being snubbed by Frampton and he said "Yeah he can be a real Peter can't he?" |
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
Daryl, that guitarist from Kansas was 100% correct. I can't tell you how many times I got embarrassed because Frampton snubbed or was rude to his own fans. That aloofness and "superior" attitude was also present in his dealings with the people closest to him. In my experience, Peter has only occasionally acted like "one of the guys." And then he's quite likeable. But for the most part, he's a real Peter. And I mean that with a giant capital P.
Interestingly, although Peter being a big Peter accurately describes his personality, in a physical sense it's quite the opposite. One of the most famous groupies, Sweet Connie from Little Rock Arkansas (immortalized in the song "We're An American Band" by Grand Funk Railroad ... and with whom we had several interactions), claimed that of all the famous rock stars she's ever been with, Peter had the smallest peter. About my audition: I think I had learnt "Baby I Love Your Way" and "Do You Feel Like We Do" on keyboards, and "White Sugar" and "Jumpin' Jack Flash" on guitar. (A&M Records had sent me some material ahead of time). Plus we probably jammed on some other songs at the audition. |
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Bob1Dog Inner circle Wife: It's me or this houseful of 1159 Posts |
I'm juist picking back up on this thread. Interesting reading about Peter Frampton here. He was on the Beatles 50th anniversary of their first Ed Sullivan show Sunday night and playing for Ringo. He looked like he was having a good time. Made me think of this thread and Arthur's expepriences with him. Funny stuff. Especially about him being a real peter.
What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about?
My neighbor rang my doorbell at 2:30 a.m. this morning, can you believe that, 2:30 a.m.!? Lucky for him I was still up playing my drums. |
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
Quote: I seem to remember that "We're an American Band" story from one of those behind the scenes TV shows. Was she one of the "Plaster Casters"?
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arthur stead Inner circle When I played soccer, I hit 1773 Posts |
Daryl, I always thought of Connie as being one the Plaster Casters, but never managed to verify that. The first time I met her was when our band arrived at a concert venue for an afternoon sound check. By that time, Connie had already "serviced" the entire road crew!
Over the years, you get to meet several infamous groupies. Like the Gainesville Gobbler. And Wheels, the roller-skating beauty who joined our entourage having just come off the Rolling Stones tour. And the insatiable girl our roadies sent down the hotel elevator, bare naked, gaffers-taped to a chair! Then there was the lovely Robin, whose orgy on the crew bus was "directed" by a (non-participating) Rick Nielson of Cheap Trick. What can I say? ... Lucky to be alive. |
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Daryl -the other brother Special user Chicago 594 Posts |
Welcome back to what seems like my never ending story. For those that are still with me, this is
Part 6 Over the hills and far away. My GF and I woke up to a beautiful Florida morning. Warm and sunny. Our plan for the day was a simple one. Quick breakfast, grab some attraction brochures in the lobby, take a taxi to the box office to get our tickets then back into town for some fun in the sun. Being a typical tourist, I was equipped with a Canon AE-1 camera. Being a typical magician, I was equipped with enough props to do a decent close-up performance. (in those days I didn't go anywhere without at least a cigarette quarter, TT, and a deck of cards.) After breakfast, armed with a pack of brochures to pick through we hailed a taxi and told him we were going to the stadium (don't remember the name) box office. He started the meter and off we went. My GF and I were busy making plans, putting brochures into Yes, No and maybe piles. Final plans would be based on locations. We wanted to fit as much into this day as we could and we were leaving no stone unturned... Well there was ONE stone unturned, a very BIG stone. I had ASSUMED that the radio station would put us in a hotel somewhere NEAR the concert venue, at least in the same city, but as we were making our plans, suddenly the cab driver says "You Do know how far away this is, right?" That question got me to immediately look at the meter. It was just rolling over to $48.00. I said "No, how much further is it?" He looked at me in the rearview and said "we're about half way there." All of a sudden that $200 cash we got from the contest didn't seem like much. It would barely pay for the round trip to the concert. Since we had already come this far we decided to continue the journey to the box office but now I watched that meter like a hawk and every time another dollar flipped over it was like another gear click on the rack. Finally after what seemed like an hour I could see the stadium. It was easy to spot because it sat in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't another building on this long stretch of road that I could see in either direction. We pulled into the box office parking lot and to my surprise, it was open. (with my recent run of luck I half expected it to be closed.) As the taxi waited and the meter ticked away, I walked into the box office and handed the woman behind the counter my ticket voucher which stated "Tickets will be available for pick-up at the box office on the day of the concert." She looked at it like it was written in French. After staring at the paper, apparently searching for some hidden code, she looks up at me and says "I don't know anything about this but I don't have any tickets." I guess this was my cue to speak because she just stood there looking at me. (in my mind, I could hear the taxi meter running.) Finally I said "Could you call someone?" So off she goes into a back office. While she was gone, I could feel my temples pulsing. They were in perfect time with the taxi meter. The woman was gone for several minutes then comes back to inform me that my tickets won't be available until 6:30pm. I look at my watch 10:45am (so much for "Day of concert"). She is sorry but there is nothing she can do about it. As I get back into the cab I mentally sum up the situation. I just spent $100.00 to drive to the middle of nowhere, to pick up tickets that aren't even there. Yeah, that about sums it up. My options are to spend another $100.00 to get right back where we started minus tickets or figure out a way to kill the next 7 hours, go to a concert I didn't plan on seeing (already saw them in Chicago) and then pay $100.00 to get back to the hotel later that night. Our cabbie, knowing our predicament, said he knew of a Country Club/Resort a few miles away. It had a Restaurant and a Bar and seemed like the best option at the time so off to the resort we went. As you can imagine by this time I was feeling pretty frustrated but as we turned into the gated entrance of the resort everything changed. Instead of flat wet lands there were green rolling hills decorated with manicured bushes and bright colored tropical flowers. The main road was lined with tall palm trees and ran straight ahead for the length of a football field. It ended in a circular driveway right in front of the lobby entrance and that lobby entrance was loaded with guys in Van Halen tour jackets! We had accidentally stumbled into the place the Van Halen crew would be calling home for the weekend! Next up: Runnin with the Devil |
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landmark Inner circle within a triangle 5194 Posts |
Fantastic series Daryl, thanks!!
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