At work early yesterday I was talking with a co-worker who plays in a band called 'The Mighty VH' and perform Van Halen songs. I was a pretty big VH fan back in the day before David Lee Roth left the group. I talked with another friend who wanted to go and I told him I would pick him up along the way. As it turns out they were opening for Zebra. Yea, you remember them ... they had like two hits back in the 80's.
I pick up my friend and we head out to 'The Village Pub' which is about 40 miles from where I live. We get there and pay the $10 cover. They are suppose to go on at 10:45 pm, which is perfect because it's 10:30 pm and the other band is breaking down their gear.
Well, it turns out that for some reason Zebra was going to go on before 'The Mighty VH'. I was joking around and saying how far they have fallen they were were going to open up for a cover band. Well, these assclowns finally get their sloppy asses on stage and start playing and it's got to be close to 11:00 pm.
While I was listening to the band as they attempted to blow out my ear drums (which are still humming), I started to look at the crowd that was in attendance to see Zebra. It was then that I remembered what happened back in Rhode Island when Great White caused that night club fire that killed about 100 people. I looked around for 'EXIT' signs and there was only one, and that is where we came in. I finally found a second exit "Just in Case".
Well, it's getting late and Zebra refuses to let go, but they finally get around and stop their silly solos and end their set ... or so I thought. These three jackasses come back for an encore in which they play three, yes three Led Zeppelin songs. I love Led Zep but I wanted Zebra to go away, and besides who does an encore of other bands music?
Well, to make a long and boring story shorter we had to leave before 'The Mighty VH' took the stage. They weren't going to take the staging until about 1:30 am, three hours after they were suppose to go on and my buddy had to get home (and that is another story for another time).
To think that I could have gone to the Mets/Yankees game tonight at Shea Stadium and watch the my Mets get shut out in the pouring rain.
Decisions ... decisions ... decisions.
