Um…what the hell was that?

You’ll find me on many nights strumming an acoustic guitar. Folk or bluegrass music will usually spill from my stereo speakers. Maybe a little rockabilly if I’m feeling saucy.

But there was a time when ripped blue jeans and ripping guitar soloes dominated my musical life. Last night I tried to recapture that part of my youth.

Billed as “The Rock Never Stops” tour, Skid Row (minus Sebastian Bach), Vince Neil (minus the rest of Motley Crue), and Tesla hit the stage promising to sing us songs to which we knew all the words. They promised rock and roll. I think I heard Vince Neil promise to lose 30 pounds.

I tried to play the roll of an aging rocker. I drank beer like it was water. I wore tattered blue jeans. I was ready to rock that house.

I’m going to make this review as short as possible. Skid Row sucked. Vince Neil was fat, but still has most of his chops. Tesla…that’s where things got a little strange.

Jeff Keith could still sing. He got drunk–rock and roll!–and eventually had a hard time standing up. He used roadies as crutches. I think he passed out on the drum set stage.

Then the remaining members of Skid Row came out for a group sing-along. They were drunk, too. Hell, my friends, then broke loose.

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