They ripped through a small serving of KISS hors d’ouvres, “Cold Gin” and a kick as version of “Let Me Go Rock 'n' Roll” before pulling out one of the big guns, “Firehouse” for Simmons’s fire breathing show stopper.
When I heard my friend’s band was opening for “Thin Lizzy” I was pretty excited! Turns out it was Lizzy Borden, Danny, singer of Three Quarter Stone, kept name fucking
The Trews are a Canadian band that Mike "the Rebel Reviewer" Forbes thinks is bad-ass. That's good enough for General Admission. Ever go to a show with Mike? Do yourself a favor and check these guys out.
The message might have came off as overly preachy or heavy-handed if it weren't so perfectly timed, so well-executed, or so utterly goddamned necessary.
...a bunch of hippies on LSD with their arms stretched out mimicking an airplane --- the telltale sign of a person who is tripping balls, or perhaps merely a New York Jets fan
The stage was all done up like a giant saloon, complete with swinging doors under the drum riser which had a wooden staircase leading up both sides and a giant steer skull complete with antlers mounted out front.
For a guy who openly calls himself “grandpa” and doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s getting up there in age, Greg, and his long time cohorts Gino and Doug, kept it tight with ease and style. They looked quite at home on stage and I hope they keep coming out and playing their brand of unique Canadiana until their rocks stop rolling
Welcome back to 1994, when Phish was at their musical apex, and DTE Energy Music Theatre was still actually called Pine Knob.
Alice Cooper in 1987 still holds the title of the best fuckin' show I’ve ever attended, whether it had something to do with the LSD or not. I don't give a shit.
To commemorate this very special day of 420, I fired up a nice big gagger and retarded myself for the upcoming festivities. Fuckit, it’s 420 so I’m on board. On with the show…
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