Today is a rare Friday off from work for me, and when I woke up this morning I groaned, as is the custom. Then I realized: you’re free, pudgy! Wow, what a great feeling. I highly recommend it.
Tonight we’re going to dinner at the Red Olive, or the Octopus’s Garden or one of those places — on the company’s dime. They show their appreciation for all the hours I’m working, via gift certificates to chain restaurants. Oh, they know how to win me over.
Plus, we have a Samuel Adams sampler cooling in the downstairs fridge. Ahhh… This is so much better than the regular Friday, it really is.
One downer: I ordered a couple of books from Amazon a few days ago, and have been following their journey across the continent, via USPS tracking. Do you do this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Anyway, they were scanned in Allentown yesterday at 12:21 in the afternoon. But did they deliver today? No, they did not. Allentown is just down the turnpike from here. Grrr… The books traveled 1500 miles in twelve hours somehow, but they can’t get them to me from freaking Allentown in a day? I’m getting all whipped-up about it.
I bet that hippy-dippy mailman had something to do with it. I have no proof, but blame him nonetheless. …Maybe days off aren’t the best thing for me, after all?
Earlier in the week, on one of the snow days, Toney called our cable company, to see if we’re still getting the best deal available. They’re constantly changing things, adjusting their prices, and offering various promotions — without telling existing customers. So, Toney just calls them periodically, and checks on it.
The result? We’re now paying ten dollars less per month, but have ALL of the premium movie channels. All of them. For less money! And it’s something that would have never been offered to us, in a million years.
Of course, when I go to watch something it’ll just be Joe vs. the Volcano on every channel. But it’s still a moral victory, dammit.
And during the Atlanta years Toney and I were good friends with another couple. We spent a lot of time with them, and got into many excellent adventures. For whatever reason, crazy stuff would happen when the four of us were together. Of course, alcohol was almost always involved…
One night we were at the Vortex, a bar in mid-town, and somehow ended up playing the game of Life with a street person who was wandering past. We bought him beer, and he joined us for the evening. He turned out to be pretty cool, actually. And played a mean board game.
We traveled together (including several crazy trips to Jekyll Island), and were always at each others’ houses… We seemed to be on parallel courses. We were married at roughly the same time, made approximately the same amount of money, and our kids are about the same age.
But we grew apart after Toney and I left Atlanta. They eventually ended up in Washington, DC, and it went from monthly emails to semi-annual emails to nothing. And Toney found out earlier in the week that they’re… divorced(!).
I know that’s nothing shocking, really, but it’s shocking to me. I think of those two as one, if you know what I mean. They met in college, and have been together most of their lives. They have two boys, like we do. What the hell, man? It bothers me.
Oh well. Another divorced couple isn’t exactly earth-shattering, I know. But they are approximately the last people I would have predicted to split-up. I hate it.
In any case… For a Question of the Day, I’d like to know about the most embarrassing concerts you’ve ever attended. I went to a few to please an ex-girlfriend, which are pretty embarrassing. They include Rick Springfield and the Commodores.
I also saw the Statler Bros. with my parents when I was about fifteen, because my folks played their albums around our house, and I liked them. Pretty embarrassing, huh?
A couple of memories from the Rick Springfield show…
At one point he was pacing back and forth across the stage, telling a story into the mic. He said, “You know, sometimes it gets hard up here on stage. Oh wait, maybe I should rephrase that — sometimes it gets difficult up here on stage.” And a thousand thirteen-year old girls squealed in ecstasy.
Also, Sparks was the opening band. Sparks! If any of you know them, you’ll understand what a bizarre pairing that was. Weird shit, man.
So, there you go. Do you feel like confessing your embarrassing concerts? If so, use the comments link below.
And I’ll see you guys again next time. If you’re interested, there’s also a new post at CrossroadsRoad. Do with it what you will.
And have a great day!
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THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE BEEN NUMBER 2! WHEN WILL MY DAY COME LORD? WHEN????
I too follow the USPS tracker. I don’t know why, because it just frustrates me, but I can’t stop.
Its like watching a train wreck in the making. You can see it coming, but its utterly amazing to watch as the mail takes all manner of weird an unexpected wtf’s as it heads your way.
Today’s headline in the Onion News Page-a-day Calendar:
Donald Fagen Defends Steely Dan to Friends
Here’s the link to the actual Onion article from Nov 2008:
http://www.theonion.com/articles/donald-fagen-defends-steely-dan-to-friends,2601/
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters….
No embarrassing concerts that I’ve gone to, but I’ve embarrassed myself AT concerts I’ve been to.
Or my wonderful wife, who decided to drink her face off at the Eagles “Hell Freezes Over” tour, where she was passed out mid way through the first set. I enjoyed the rest and at the beginning of the first encore, started dragging her ass out of the ampitheater.
She. Was. Fucked. Up.
“drink her face off” I have not heard that one in years. LMAO!
Anytime I have something delivered to me I constantly look at the tracker. There’s something about getting a box in the mail that’s exciting.
It bothers me when someone gets divorced too. You wonder what happened and why they couldn’t make it work. Marriage is supposed to be forever. Then there’s the couples who get married and you know they’re not going to make it…
Herman’s Hermits. No question.
jtb
I HAD A HERMANS HERMITS POSTER IN MY ROOM AS A TEENAGER BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT TO BE IRONIC. HA!!
I assume you have Comcast, being ‘up the road’ from me? Either way, I’m going to call them today and give ’em a “what fer”. We had premium On-demand with no charge for months, and then bam it was gone. Bas’tads. They are so inconsistent, drives me nuts.
And yes, embarrassed to say: the Osmonds (1973) at Baltimore Civic Center and The Oak Ridge Boys at Columbia Merriweather Post Pavilion (1987?). Oh god, why.
I’ve been divorced since 2002, after a 16 year marriage, and then all my friends tell me, they never understood why I married him! Never doing that again!
Susan
Susan: Doesn’t that just kill ya?!?
Before wedding/during engagement: “Oh, we’re so happy for you. You both look so happy.
After the divorce: “WTF were you thinking. We KNEW he was a d-bag.”
Happens with people you date too “Oh, you make a cute couple” until he/she does something off the wall then it’s “Yeah, there was somethin about so and so that just made me think he was a permanent resident at the Hoo Hoo Hotel?
Hindsight should be a god-given right.
madz: LMAO!!
The husband and I were at a wedding over the summer. At the reception a man at our table announced that he was pretty sure we had just seen the beginning of a train wreck. Less than 6 months later the divorce proceedings had begun.
My cousin’s marriage lasted a day. She walked into the Honeymoon Suite and he was shooting up heroin between his toes.
WHO’S WEDDING WAS THIS???
My younger cousin. Big fancy -ass wedding and that’s how it ended. She was a lawyer and her father was a retired cop/lawyer. I do remember he was a weirdo. And his mother was psychotic. These are relatives we only see at weddings and funerals so the groom’s side of the damily didn’t know us. I was in the ladies room when the mother came barging in CRYING and sniffling “I hate that bitch” (meaning my cousin – the lovely blushing bride). Wotta fucking mess.
Yes, I too follow the USPS tracker.
I recently sent my brother something that I know he didn’t want. From watching the tracker I knew it had been delivered, but he didn’t say anything for three long days. I figured he was trying to think of a nice or clever way to tell me that he didn’t want it, and that I am a jerk for having sent something I knew he didn’t want.
As it turns out he was glad to get what I sent, but the shipper did not include any of my information, so he didn’t know who it was from. Of course, my brother is a notorious liar, so maybe it did take him three days to come up with that nonsense.
Also, I am not off today. Today is a work at home day for me. If it had not been a work at home day, I might have had to take the day off, because, as it turns out, drinking wine from a pilsner glass is not really a great idea, at least not when you drink several glasses.
Um, Barbie, that’s a pretty mysterious comment. Was it a jackrabbit vibrator?
Just askin’.
jtb
Jeezum Crow, JTB! That was spit take funny!
No, it was not a jackrabbit vibrator. My brother and I are close, but not so close that I know his marital aid needs.
I KNOW YOUR BROTHER. I BET HE NEEDS MARITAL AIDS.
LOL JUST KIDDING IF YOU READ THIS BROTHER WHO’S NAME I WILL NOT MENTION.
EMF. You know, “Unbelievable”, circa 1991.
I thought I would impress a girl by going along with her as a chaperone for her 12-year old sister and three little friends. It was hell. They sang the entire elbum multiple times on the 2 hour ride to Pittsburg, screamed the entire concert (ok, along with 50,000 other little pre-teens) and then sang “Unbelilevable” the entire trip home. To this day I get nervous ticks when I hear any part of that song.
Oh, and if anyone admits to seeing Aqua I’m going to point and laugh. A lot.
Jeff…
I’ve been through the friend divorce trama, so I know what you’re talking about. It seems funny someone else’s divorce should strike an emotional chord, but when it does, it does.
I just tell myself what I’m telling you now. The sad thing isn’t that one out of every two marriages ends in divorce. Nope, the sad thing is that it should be three out of four; people just hang on for no obvious reason.
Please disregard this comment if you’re under 30. Everything is fine, someone will always love you, and you’re never going to die. Nothing to see here. Just keep moving.
jtb
that is hilarious. JTB is on a roll today!!
It’s always gonna be something with you Jeff…
Comcast always tries to get people to go for the phone/cable/internet deal around here.
I called them a while back to ask them why they charged me a shit load of money to move my cable from old place to my new place – which is about a two minute walk from the old place. They said that is how it goes. And then tried to get me to upgrade.
It’s no wonder people are turning more and more to watching shows online.
Ok, I got this one..
Most embarrassing concert every attended, huh?
That’s easy. The Osmonds Live tour 1972, at the Nashville Municipal Auditorium. I was 8 yrs. old & my friend Becky’s Mom took us. The O’s all wore white sequined jumpsuits. About all I can remember, cause we were tripping pretty hard on acid. Wait..that wasn’t The Osmonds…who was that? Great. Now I’m going to be humming “One bad apple” all day. Thanks alot, Jeff.
unrelated side question…. has Sunshine been heard from? We never had closure. What up with that?
Nancy has spoken with Sunshine a couple of times, but Sunny and Toney are not talking. Again.
Toney prolly better off…
I used to go to a lot of bluegrass festivals with my Dad. This is not the kind of thing I always admit in the first place, as some of these bands were a little, shall we say, rustic. But at one show, one of the musicians invitied a couple little girls on stage during his set, and had them perform campfire songs and jump rope rhymes. For almost 30 minutes, nearly the entirety of his scheduled time in fact. It was perplexing, annoying, and embarrassing all at once.
I love bluegrass. It makes me happy. My first love was punk, moved on to metal , country , ska , seen and done it all . Once I got over that “I have got to be cool” shit , I just ended up liking what I like, fuck it , no excuses. Seen Ralph Stanley a few years ago at local hick town, Marmet, in the old jr high auditorium . No AC , but once ya got passed the smell of wieners n mustard and sweaty rednecks the show was superb !
…and how on Earth did they manage to change trains in Chicago – all by themselves??
I saw Anne Murray. In the round. Shit.
Joe, that is wonderful work with punctuation…jtb
I’ll never forget seeing her on Merv Griffin, some million years ago, and she was talking about how she still gets so nervous before a show that she gets diarrhea. Awesome!
Explosive diarrhea and in-the-round do not mix.
Exactly. Somebody is gonna get the fuzzy end of that lolly-pop.
jtb
heheh, I once worked at a construction site where the electricians had a lunch table that they completely covered with pictures of girl’s asses carefully cut out from the best porn magazines. I thought I would be a smart-ass one day, so I casually asked them if it was decoupage. Clearly this is what they were hoping for, because the one guy lit up and proudly exclaimed, “Nope, it’s de-POOP-age!”
I use the tracker, too!
I thought it would be a lame concert dragging my parents and aunt, but it was frickin’ FUN: Neil Diamond.
2 concerts that come to mind where the ARTISTS should have been mortified:
Devo: 2 hours of pure lip synching.
Fleetwood Mac circa 1993 – Mick Fleetwood did this drum solo that seemed to have lasted 48 minutes (on a bongo, no less) leaping about the stage yelling what sounded like “IT’S ALIVE” Another 45 minutes of Stevie Nicks tottering back and forth in those ridiculous 8 inch booth heels picking up her bouquets of flowers (not a single one to Christy McVeigh which pissed me off). I couldn’t wait to get the flock out of there.
I too have seen Neil Diamond (brought my mom), and he was FANTASTIC.
Me three. This was when I was too cool to attend such an event . I was praying nobody would see me, was my Moms birthday gift. One of the BEST live performers I have ever seen ! Sometimes ya gotta free your mind and your ass will follow. …..or maybe it’s vice versa.
The hippy-dippy mailman??
If you’re not getting your mail fast enough…. MOVE!
Since you bring this up….
We normally get our mail around 2 pm, 3pm if it’s a slow day. I’m not one to complain, but we got a new female man who is hugely overweight. Hey, it’s probably good that she’s now walking a lot, but we rarely see our mail before 5pm. The other day it came at 7pm. WTF man, 7PM???
It seemed like my parents were always buying tickets to shows that one of them ended up not being able to go to for various reasons. When one of them couldn’t go, they made me take their place. The worst was a Jim Ed Brown traveling show. They were all there, Helen Cornelius, Jerry Clower, Little Wendy Holcombe, etc. After the show, they all came out on stage to meet the fans (which, of course my mom made me participate in). For months afterward, every time she saw a friend of mine, my mom would ask me if I had shown him or her my autographed picture of Little Wendy. I didn’t think the shame would ever end.
OMG, I hadn’t thought of Little Wendy in years. I got to see her in a Piggly Wiggly parking lot. I would have enjoyed Jerry Clower, though. “Shoot up hear amongst us, one of us has got to have some relieft!”
1. Little River Band at the IUP Field House. My first concert….on bleachers.
2. George Michael. After WHAM!. Civic Arena, six rows from the stage. Before Brittney Spears’d his head and turned perv.
WTF on the Bunker Cam? Why does he have pancakes strapped to his head? Why is he so angry? Have they run out of maple syrup in the Mid East? Is there a Maple Syrup Sans Frontières I can donate to?
I saw Hall & Oates in Atlantic City last year, not my choosing.
Limey…
I understand you’re not from around here. That’s OK, we just got here ourselves. That’s a Superbowl Icon for Sunday’s game. As you can see, the kick was good.
And thanks, and a tip of the Hatlo Hat, for the Dox outa da Box reference. They’re good people.
And, my God. I knew H&O were in the tall weeds, but I had no idea they’d sunk to A.C. Thanks for the G2. Uh, sorry, em eye five.
jtb
I have a list of maybe 130 artists whom I’ve seen, and I think the one that would be most embarrassing to admit would be Limp Bizkit. 🙂
I’ve seen Limp Bizkit a few times. It may not be “cool” to like them anymore but the band are talented musicians with a singer that certainly dumbs things down but is quite a good showman. In my opinion. At this time.
I follow deliveries on USPS. The last time I had something go through Allentown, it took about 10 days to get to me near Scranton. Hope your experience is better.
Very embarrassing concerts: Vanilla Ice and Nelson. I was in high school and didn’t know any better . . .
I, too, track my packages across the country. Saw Adam and the Ants once circa 1984.. Egad.
I like Adam and the Ants. I listened to Kings of the Wild Frontier just a few days ago.
First album I bought with my own money. I’ve lost it since 🙁
and the album.
Time for perspective of a kind from They Might Be Giants…
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XTC versus Adam Ant
Content versus form
Fighting for their place in rock and roll
There is no right or wrong
Just when you think it’s finished
With XTC on top
Ant music, like a phoenix
Flies back up the charts
XTC versus Adam Ant
Only one will survive
Beatle-based pop versus new romantic
History will decide
XTC versus Adam Ant
I can’t tell you why
Even the singer from Bow Wow Wow
Can’t make up her mind
XTC versus Adam Ant
Time is marching on
XTC versus Adam Ant
There is no right or wrong
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John and John usually display near-Talmudic wisdom, and they did it again in this hard-rockin’ tune.
jtb
Although they are aimed at children I can highly recommend Here Come The 123s and the ABCs, both are excellent and very clever. The DVDs are great too. Here Come The Science not so much.
Who ate Netflix’s sole copy of A Tale of Two Johns? 🙁
Limey…
I’m kind of a big fan, so I bought mine on Amazon. My favourite part is John & John performing Birdhouse in Your Soul with Doc Severinsen and the Tonight Show Band. I’ve seen that a dozen times with more to come. The disc is really worth owning.
jtb
Really! I’ve been a fan of TMBG for many years. John and John and Doc sounds very appealing. The disc that’s really worth owning – would that be the A Tale of Two Johns?
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Yeah, specifically, “Gigantic (A Tale of Two Johns)”.
jtb
I track my personal purchases and business purchases online obsessively. USPS is the worst, they don’t update very often, where as UPS let’s you know if the driver has stopped to take a dump.
I saw Ratt at Hara Arena, which at the time, mid 80’s seemed like a reasonable thing to do. Looking back 25 years later it seems pretty ridiculous.
I have one set of friends, who if they divorced, I would feel sad, as I enjoy her friendship as much as his.
Bunker cam looks more like a bread helmet, hade from two hoagie buns for ear flaps and brioche for head butting infidels.
Ratt were an awesome arena band at the time. Warren deMartini is pretty f-ing good and his work stands up today. Doesn’t seem ridiculous to me!
I love the near instantaneous UPS tracking. My UPS guy leaves boxes by the garage but I’m normally in the basement 9-5 and don’t see or hear him. The tracking update email is my cue to go retrieve the box Brown Santa dropped off. What an awesome use of technology – wireless delivery status updates probably routed via satellites over thousands of miles, just to tell my fat ass to walk up a flight of stairs and retrieve a box of cookies/Lego/diapers/books/curry sauce/aren’t Amazon great.
I suppose I singled out Ratt as it was one of the few shows I ever saw. I guess what I meant to say was, looking back, the entire hair metal era was ridiculous. I guess as a whole the 80’s were ridiculous, maybe I’m just pissed I didn’t get laid in the 80’s.
Maybe KISS was the most ridiculous concert I went to.
As your fellow countryman Hot Fuzz would say…I apologize for nothing!
You all know you can just get the Post Office to email you whenever there is a change in status/event on a package, right? No need to keep checking like an OCD crackhead.
So then we’ll just be checking our email every thirty seconds!
I’m afraid it would be Sha-Na-Na at Saratoga, on the lawn. Of the two carloads that went, one hit a deer and the other was t-boned at an intersection on the way home.
And I’ve found that unless you pay for Premium Shipping with Amazon, you don’t get your stuff one day before the estimated date – even if it’s sitting in the Hippy-Dippy’s truck for a few days. Watching the tracker is just guaranteed to piss you off.
My husband also lists Sha-Na-Na as his first and most embarrassing concert.
I think you won!
Not an embarrassing concert, just bad = Steve Winwood during his late-80’s heyday. He was the worst entertainer, just totally wooden and uninteresting.
I saw ‘heart’ in the JMU fieldhouse way back in the day. Poorly populated crowd, so I suppose now I should be embarrassed to have gone. Apparently people thought they sucked, and I was too stupid to know?
That reminds me – we saw Linda Rondstadt at Jones Beach and since she doesn’t like public performing, she had her back to us like 99% of the time. I could have stayed home and listened to a CD.
Come to think of it, I don’t even know who persuaded me to go to that concert.
tiff: After reading your post, I remembered I saw Steve Winwood in the 80’s too. Probably same tour. I was dragged to it by the guy I was dating at the time. Terrible…..the concert AND the date. Should have known. I didn’t like him before the concert and the concert certainly didn’t change my mind….SW and the date… To this day, every time I hear a SW song, I immediately switch stations. Ugh..
A related note with two connections here: I saw Heart just as Barracuda was climbing the charts – front and center at the Springfield (MA) Civic Center. They were okay – I think the fame and fortune thing was just coming around for them so they all looked hesitant and unsure of themselves.
Strangely, they were opening for Dave Mason (who was in Traffic with…Steve Winwood). Mason was about as wooden and lifeless as y’all have described Winwood – maybe it’s a Traffic thing to be non-interactive on stage?
My parents took my brother and I to a lot of country music festivals when we were young. Artists such as Kenny Rogers, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn and Charlie Pride to lesser known local talent like The Family Brown and Terry Carisse. I’ve seen many, many concerts that wouldn’t necesarily be my cup of musical tea but I remember them fondly.
I’ve seen Britney Spears and Eminem in concert. Many might call that embarrasing but both shows were pretty damn good. No, really.
Brian Setzer Orchestra was pretty bad/embarassing. I was only there because of other bands on the bill.
I saw Drake last summer at Ottawa Bluesfest. That was embarrassing. I was only there because I was helping a friend stock beer kegs (a task which incidentally, involves free admission and beer.)
Cmon, Kevin…No Ian Tyson? I don’t mean the recent no-voice-left guy. I mean the King of the Praries.
Perhaps you didn’t mention him because he was far from embarrassing. Hell, he wrote Song for Canada, so he always gets a pass with me, although I think he was crazy to leave Sylvia.
jtb
I don’t recall ever having the pleasure of seeing Ian live but I think I got to see Sylvia Tyson. I’ll have to google Gatineau Clog and Mac’s Cedar Rest circa 1983 and see if anything pops up.
The bunker cam picture is clearly showing the guy telling the punch line of a joke – something like,
“… and it had a schlong THIS BIG!!!!”
That is all. For now.
Wait, maybe he’s trying to do the five dollar foot long thing. Hmm, he’s not converting from the metric system very well.
Damn, failed again to write something funny without any dick jokes. Sigh.
I’m a UPS tracker as well. I have this overwhelming need to know when my things are going to arrive.
Hey Jeff, I once entered some kind of contest, and the prize was a pair of tickets to see Rick Springfield in concert. I did the smart thing, however, and left the arena right after Sparks did their set. I still think that was one of the oddest musical pairings ever.
I’ve seen tons of concerts over the years, and none were truly embarrassing. I saw just about ever ’80s new wave band imaginable, including the Thompson Twins more than 10 times. I guess I should be embarrassed by that, but they were a blast to see live.
I saw Alanis Morrisette once. At the time it seemed like a good idea. the shame didn’t set in until later.
My first concert was Hall and Oates. I wanted to see Billy Idol but my mom woudl not hear of it and sent me to H&O instead. it was ok but it was no Billy Idol. 😉
On the bright side, Tilly, with Billy it’s just a two-way. With H&O you can move into the more comfortable three-way configuration.
Just an observation.
Love,
jtb
Hey Tilly! I DID see Billy Idol in the 80’s! It was the tour when he covered the Doors “LA Woman”. He open with it. On the stage he had this ENORMOUS blow up “doll” (?) that was laying on her back. Big coned shaped funbags…a la Madonna. Dressed like a dominatrix. I’m tellin ya that thing was HUGE! Fun concert. I wonder what in the world they did with that thing after the tour was over? She wouldn’t have been any use to a “normal” sized guy. It would have been like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.
Is that why I had to see Billy Idol with your brother?
I worked security for a while at a concert venue locally and during the Billy Idol show there were couple/dates/whatever boning if the first few rows. Most were of the the chicks were bone worthy.
I had to sit through an Alanis Morrisette show once with the ex-wife. Liz Phair opened and I am a huge fan, and she doesn’t tour much due to stage fright. This was “Polyester Bride” era. Liz was flat and non-interactive but the songs were great to hear live. Alanis came and screamed through a 1 hr 40 minute set – the show was on campus so I was one about 3 men in the audience – imagine having to listen to AM’s racket with 8000 sorority girls singing along to every “hit”.
This Ottawa native doth protest. Jagged Little Pill is fantastic. It was the subsequent unshaven left wing hippy AM that was the real racket.
Hi, I’m Kenny Rogers.
Hehehe…while I didn’t actually attend his concert, I stood in line outside the Wheeling Civic Center all day back in 1986 to buy tickets. I was dating a girl who loved Kenny. She and her girlfriends had to work all day, so I stood in line until they got off work.
To show you the lenghts that stupid guys go through when there is even the faintest hope of action, I also called Kenny’s manager’s office (long story, but I had met him years before in a totally unrelated endeavor) and he FedEx’ed me an autographed picture of Kenny to give to the girl I was dating.
And in what has become typical of my luck, there was no payoff. 6 months later she was married to some other guy. But hey, the look on her face when I gave her the autographed Kenny Rogers picture was awesome!
Many years ago ‘Boxcar’ Willie was the July 4th entertainment in Parkersburg, right before the fireworks. It was free so most of the city showed up to see him. Of course, most of the city showed up for the fireworks anyway. It was clear from the first few notes that the local band picked to be his backing band had no clue. I was embarrassed for everyone involved.
Oh…and Parkersburg’s 4th of July fireworks have always been embarrassing.
I saw that, and Willie should have just stayed on the boxcar. Didn’t know the band was local.
And there’s only one good fireworks display, and we both know it’s in Marietta.
Oh…and I also watch the tracker. USPS updates are really behind the actual location.
I don’t think I’ve been to any really embarrassing concerts… about the best I can do is Loggins and Messina at Tanglewood in 1976.
Madz, I saw Devo last year and I didn’t think they were lip-syncing. Maybe I should have been closer to the stage.
I do track packages on UPS, and I often see that it promptly arrives at some depot an hour’s drive from my house, then sits there for a couple of days before being put “out for delivery”. My theory is that they want to make sure I don’t get it overnight or second-day, since I only paid for standard shipping. Back in the day, I could order something from, say south Jersey, and get it in a day or two even with standard shipping, just because it’s not very far.
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Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton
John Denver
Barry Manilow
My most embarassing concert, A flock of seagulls. Only it was long after their famous haircut days, at a bar in bustling downtown Scanton,PA.
You should have run.
I know blasphemy when I utter it, so here goes…I think Paul Reynolds (lead guitar, big glasses, normal hair) was pretty talented. Had he more than a few sober moments, he might have moved on to a successful solo career. He was 17 when he joined Flock. Maybe too young for brief worldwide acclaim, then nothing. Just a thought
jtb
Concerts:
The Jonas Brothers at The House of Blues in Cleveland, circa 2005. HAD to take my 11yo daughter. The only saving grace was I got to sit way in back at the bar, drinking beer with half a dozen other Dads who were in the same boat.
1984, at a car show in Seattle. Paul Revere and the Raiders, I believe it was on their, “Still Beating a Dead Horse” tour. They were still as entertaining as they ever were, but come on, if you are still prancing around the stage wearing 1776 Minuteman costumes 20 years after you started the schtick, maybe it’s time to re-evalute your music career.
1985 or 86, what I THOUGHT would be my most embarassing concert: Liberace at Radio City Music Hall in NYC. I couldn’t have been more mistaken. He was truly amazing!
I would love to have seen Liberace. But, LMAO at Paul Revere and the Raiders in 1984. In 1969, maybe. I will not make fun though. The fact that I even know who they are is embarrassing enough.
The only saving grace of the entire “concert” was that they still had their electric piano mounted inside a scaled down fiberglass Cadillac front end…and the headlights blinked on and off.
I saw Three Dog Night three times. The embarrassing thing is that I still like them.
I went with my Mom to the WV State Fair to see Helen Reddy and the Smothers Brothers. Separate times, not together. It really doesn’t make any difference, does it?
I saw Three Dog Night back in the late 70’s, and I’m surprised to admit that they were great. Towards the end of the set the singers donned pink tuxes and did some “doo-wop” stuff for shits and giggles. They were great showmen and the band was musically tight. I guess I was impressed that they didn’t pretend to be anything other than a good pop band, didn’t take themselves too seriously, entertained and interacted, and all in all put on a good show without being douchebags.
Maybe I am having some weird flashback but I think Three Dog Night came to Dunbar High School in 83 or 84 , they played some stuff and talked about being anti drug. It was awful , we all snickered , we were too far gone anyway they should have went to the jr high or elementary. It may have just been one dog or two dogs , I don’t think all three were there.
That may have been something to do with Chuck Negron’s drug habit (he was a smack user) – community service after a bust, perhaps?
I saw guns ‘n roses in their heyday, and axl rose came in on a pulley cabel thing wearing a red jockstrap. He went right over us and my girlfriend and I could practically smell his balls and see his red asshole. Nice.
We saw willy Nelson not too long ago. The largest gathering of whores ever.
I’ve been to some embarrassing concerts back in the day. Debbie Gibson comes to mind as does Adam Ant. They were all done in pursuit of girls though and both were successful in that respect.
I have to give Adam Ant credit though. He put on one hell of a show and he had a fat guitar player dressed like a pirate that was simply excellent.
I’ve been to a couple of concerts I probably should be embarrassed about but I’m not.
I was at the infamous Guns n Roses Riverport riot back in 1991. Wouldn’t be my first concert riot either. I was at Woodstock 99. It was the one that turned the hippy woodstock legacy of peace, love and happiness into violence, rape and arson.
*sigh* Bread *sigh* Wheeling Civic Center. I went along to get along, ya know? Seemed to last about 12 hours.
Yep, I track packages also. Some curious itineraries. Less like as the crow flies, more like as the piss-ant wanders.
I am watching the Super Bowl in the same exact chair at brother Dave’s house and wearing the *exact* same Steeler gear that I wore when they beat the Jets. (Everything has been laundered since, a risky move if the mojo can be washed out.) Hope not.
Hey Unc: We are gathering at the exact same house with the exact same people too. When the Steelers beat the Jets I announced that everyone wear the exact same clothes. Where we differ: I have not washed them. Didn’t want to “wash out” the winning streak! Everything is folded neatly to be worn tomorrow for the 7th Lombardi. Drink Up Yinz Bitches! Go Steelers!
So…I’m a huge gay-ass, annoying, loud mouth, Terrible Towel wavin’, stupid black and gold outfit Steeler fan…what of it???
That’s my chick! Hell, you’d fit right in with our bunch of barbarians.
(Now you got me worried that I washed my stuff. *gulp*)
Whotta letdown. Even the damned commercials sucked. They must be thought up by orangutans these days.
Steve Forbert is in Pittsburgh Friday night and I will be there. Small venue can’t wait!
Cien!
Can someone please tell me what’s going on in the further evidence video? I can’t get past a certain point because I keep going into a trance.