Heard they’re putting on great shows, and tonight they play Wrigley.
About a hundred years ago I suffered through the tail end of disco at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff.
It was appalling (even if it’s sort of cute now), because it was all about dancing.
And I dance like I'm concerned people will think I dance like the idiot I dance like.
Doesn't work with disco.
Finally one day I got tickets to see, and don’t make fun, Styx.
The warm up band was called “The Cars”, and I’d never heard of them.
They were all dressed in black with skinny ties, and they were tossing a Frisbee next to the stage before the show.
Normal (except for the black), right?
Then they played and changed my life.
Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, The Specials and Iggy and David Bowie and Devo, The Clash, Blondie, Robert Palmer, The Ramones and…the Police.
We actually have tickets but not sure we can go.
But young Jon Linton and his finely honed scalping skills said he'll take 'em.
(He told me he earned all his beer money in college selling "souvenirs" on ebay. For instance, the guy'd wait hours after a concert and had the huevos and verbal skills to convince entire bands to sign, say, the band's t-shirt, a cheap guitar he'd bought for the occasion, and then maybe a rag he had in his trunk. Presto: a week's worth of beer.)
Anyway, like a dope I didn’t know the game was so early yesterday.
Got in my car and thought I was hearing the radio wrong: “...now for the Cub’s post game show…”
Glad I missed it though, because it musta been horrible.
Nationals 6 Cubs zeerow.