Simon_Cowbell
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Went and saw Diamond Dave and the Dutch boys last night.
I had been waiting 25 years to go with my wife to see these guys (heck, I grab any opportunity to get into the DeLorean and scream back to the 1980s like it's a ****ing life preserver bobbing on my roiling ocean of rock-and-roll discontent).
****.
Danny Noonan sticks another shovel deep into the ground, and keeps digging up my plot.
There were some rollicking, rocking moments to be sure (Everybody Wants Some, Unchained, Beautiful Girls, the solos), but damn....
Whatever made David Lee Roth the heart of Van Halen when I was 15, it's long since kicked through the saloon doors and been whisked away. Gone is the down-to-the-elbows mane of bleach-blonde. No more ass-less chaps. And, the air-splits jump from the drum kit? Happy Trails. Even his ridiculously over-the-top persona had been chopped up like so much kindling. There was a beaten-down man in there, seemingly cognizant that he was a handyman with an empty toolbelt.
That's all he ever had were those flamboyant rock-and-roll accoutrements. He had no discernable musical talent.
So there he was, with much more clothing than in 1983, but much more naked.
He sped through Ice Cream Man like a combination of John Kerry delivering the convention acceptance speech in 2004 and a guy who had the runs and had to sprint to the commode. Disgusting. And, frankly, he was early and late all night. Sometimes flat-out not singing a line from a song to try conjuring enough wind to produce a trademark scream.... or is it a wheeze?
Oh well.
My wife said she had a great time. All I could think to myself is.... you simply have no idea how much better it was. Then again, I'm sure she did and was just humoring me in the first place.
Well, bomba-****ing-deeda.
The legend became fact last night.
I had been waiting 25 years to go with my wife to see these guys (heck, I grab any opportunity to get into the DeLorean and scream back to the 1980s like it's a ****ing life preserver bobbing on my roiling ocean of rock-and-roll discontent).
****.
Danny Noonan sticks another shovel deep into the ground, and keeps digging up my plot.
There were some rollicking, rocking moments to be sure (Everybody Wants Some, Unchained, Beautiful Girls, the solos), but damn....
Whatever made David Lee Roth the heart of Van Halen when I was 15, it's long since kicked through the saloon doors and been whisked away. Gone is the down-to-the-elbows mane of bleach-blonde. No more ass-less chaps. And, the air-splits jump from the drum kit? Happy Trails. Even his ridiculously over-the-top persona had been chopped up like so much kindling. There was a beaten-down man in there, seemingly cognizant that he was a handyman with an empty toolbelt.
That's all he ever had were those flamboyant rock-and-roll accoutrements. He had no discernable musical talent.
So there he was, with much more clothing than in 1983, but much more naked.
He sped through Ice Cream Man like a combination of John Kerry delivering the convention acceptance speech in 2004 and a guy who had the runs and had to sprint to the commode. Disgusting. And, frankly, he was early and late all night. Sometimes flat-out not singing a line from a song to try conjuring enough wind to produce a trademark scream.... or is it a wheeze?
Oh well.
My wife said she had a great time. All I could think to myself is.... you simply have no idea how much better it was. Then again, I'm sure she did and was just humoring me in the first place.
Well, bomba-****ing-deeda.
The legend became fact last night.
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