First off, I must apologize. August is always a very busy month due to the impending start of the professional football season. There are articles to read, NFL Sunday Ticket subscriptions to secure, and fantasy football research to be done in preparation for late August / early September drafts. That doesn’t even include all the trash talking that must be done.
So I have not been able to concentrate on any kind of writing that is not directly related to the NFL. Since that probably doesn’t interest most people, I try to limit what I publish on that subject in the old blog; That and the fact that I cannot give away any of my fantasy draft secrets prior to draft day.
Tonight, however, I have a few free moments so I can finally mention how fucking lucky I am. You see, Blue Oyster Cult has decided to bless me by coming to El Paso for the second year in a row. It is as if God came down to Earth and kissed me on the tip of my pecker. Last year they played the big 4th of July downtown celebration, opening for Styx. This year, they are again playing an outdoor show downtown but at some sort of Motorcycle and Hot Rod show.
This show was not originally planned in their summer touring schedule so I secretly like to believe that they enjoyed playing for El Paso so much last year they decided to come back when the opportunity arose. That said, I also hope they decided to dig a little deeper into their catalog for this show knowing that we heard all the classics last year.
But even if they play the same show as last year I will be content in having my balls blown off by the wall of rock that is BOC. And I’m very happy about that.
A lot of sun, a lot of bikers, a lot of beer, and a lot of midgets (Mini-KISS is the opening band) ought to blend together to make an incredibly surreal experience. I almost wish I had some mushrooms to ingest before the night begins but then again if I were to do that I doubt I could keep my shit together long enough to even witness BOC in that environment. Maybe its best I stick to my ageless companion, good old, cold beer.
So “Beer’s to you, old amigo”, as Clint and Ray would say. Here is to hoping that your Saturday night is orgasmic as mine.
-David
So I have not been able to concentrate on any kind of writing that is not directly related to the NFL. Since that probably doesn’t interest most people, I try to limit what I publish on that subject in the old blog; That and the fact that I cannot give away any of my fantasy draft secrets prior to draft day.
Tonight, however, I have a few free moments so I can finally mention how fucking lucky I am. You see, Blue Oyster Cult has decided to bless me by coming to El Paso for the second year in a row. It is as if God came down to Earth and kissed me on the tip of my pecker. Last year they played the big 4th of July downtown celebration, opening for Styx. This year, they are again playing an outdoor show downtown but at some sort of Motorcycle and Hot Rod show.
This show was not originally planned in their summer touring schedule so I secretly like to believe that they enjoyed playing for El Paso so much last year they decided to come back when the opportunity arose. That said, I also hope they decided to dig a little deeper into their catalog for this show knowing that we heard all the classics last year.
But even if they play the same show as last year I will be content in having my balls blown off by the wall of rock that is BOC. And I’m very happy about that.
A lot of sun, a lot of bikers, a lot of beer, and a lot of midgets (Mini-KISS is the opening band) ought to blend together to make an incredibly surreal experience. I almost wish I had some mushrooms to ingest before the night begins but then again if I were to do that I doubt I could keep my shit together long enough to even witness BOC in that environment. Maybe its best I stick to my ageless companion, good old, cold beer.
So “Beer’s to you, old amigo”, as Clint and Ray would say. Here is to hoping that your Saturday night is orgasmic as mine.
-David
3 comments:
Well.. how was it?
I think it's possible that David did not survive the rockerific experience. We should consider how best to dispose of his ashes.
Maybe we should spread them in that gay bar in the Police Academy movies. I think it had something to do with Blue Oyster Cult.
Fret not, I am alive and well. A full report is coming soon, so stay tuned.
And if I do die some day, the smart money does say it will be some how related to a BOC concert - so I can see how you'd make the connection.
Stay frosty, and alert...
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