With a quick call to a hooked-up (and generous) friend, I grabbed a pair of floor tickets and put them in the
guitar-pick-holding-leather-wallet that celebrated his 3.0 milestone. He was blown away by the fact that they were even touring now, let alone that he had tickets in hand, thanks to his awesome (and really lucky) girlfriend.
Last night was the highly-anticipated event and I now understand how he must have felt by being my plus one at
NKOTB. I didn’t know the lyrics (except for the title line to
“My Name Is Mud” because, well, it’s called
“My Name Is Mud”), the crowd came from a completely different musical upbringing then me and I got a contact high from our neighboring hippy one-night-friends. It was all very similar to joining me at my show… well, except for the contact high, that is.
But truly the best part was seeing him excited. I loved watching him grin like a little kid in between shouting verses back at the stage. And I did my best to blend in by jumping up & down and throwing
devil horns in the air. Plus, it’s a live show, which I love, and the randomness was truly entertaining. (You know, oversized spacemen with TV monitors for faces,
Les Claypool playing his legendary bass with a monkey face mask on, etc.)
There’s also something special about being encouraged to yell “
PRIMUS SUCKS!” at the band as they perform. It was as if I was personally invited to shout this reverse-psychological, loving endorsement at the top of my lungs.
