That's all I can say.
Yesterday was interesting.
Who else had a lovely beef and noodles dinner with the Greenfield Kiwanis Club and then went to see Ted Nugent?
The Kiwanis were lovely and the talk went well. When I was introduced before dinner my name brought a laugh, I promised to be as entertaining as my last name. I think I was able to deliver. I love doing those events. They re-energize me and remind me that I do have a cool-ass job.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole Nugent thing. He played at the Vogue, a cool old theater. Ted is also known for his vocal support of hunting. I'm all for the right to bear arms, but I'm not so comfortable with a stage decorated with giant grenades, machine guns, animal hides and skulls.
The show itself was classic rock. Flip Flop Mama would love it. The drum kit was on a big riser, the drummer had a fan blowing through his long hair -- very rock and roll. The band was good and looked happy to be there. I can imagine that playing with the Nuge was a dream of lots of jr. high boys in the 1980s. Ted is a master of the heavy rock guitar licks. I'm a fan of the bluegrass, finger picking style of guitar player -- but this was fun too (with earplugs, of course).
The audience was full of middle aged men. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Did I mention that the hundreds of guys were sweaty, drunk and playing air guitar. There might be something wrong with that. The few women that I saw were wearing teensy little camouflage dresses or tube tops. How did I see the women if they were in camo, you ask? They were all smoking, of course.
I will say this, Ted has aged better than his fans. He looks great.
Must be all of the healthy living.
Oh, I almost forgot -- I bought the best piece of band merch ever!
A Ted Nugent baby bib.
I know just which new parents are getting it -- after I wash the smoke out of course.