Would You Invite This Man Over For Dinner??
>> Wednesday, July 30, 2008 –
awesome,
rock and roll,
sober,
tool
The man in the pink pajama is Maynard James Keenan from the rock band Tool, a personal favorite.
The man in the video below is Maynard putting the kibosh of some dufus who decides to jump on stage with him.
A lesson in humility and a heavy price for about a minute-thirty of fame.
Oh that was great Toast. I haven't been to a concert in twenty years. My last live show was Neil Young in 1986. He was playing with Crazy Horse at the Universal Ampitheatre in Hollywood. I agree with nothing Neil Young says politically but he rocks hard.
I remember one time the Outlaws and Molly Hatchet were playing at the Long Beach Convention Center and me and four or five of my buddies got loaded and decided to go.
The Outlaws closed the concert and their set with a blistering version of "Green Grass and High Tides". As the song was finishing with the guitar solos I was so fucked up I stood up in my seat along with about fifty other drunks and we locked arms. Well what the fuck do I do but get a monster head rush and tip over backwards and take the whole row with me. Great concert that one was, at least what I can remember.
Greasy.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
Classic man!
Years ago, my best buddy and I got all fried one time before a Rush concert in Pensacola. We left the hotel after partaking in some mucho grasso and were driving to the amphitheater downtown which required taking a long loop exit ramp from the interstate.
The radio station was playing nothing but Rush tunes up until the concert, really old and obscure releases. My bud and I while traversing down the exit ramp were leaning into the curve naturally as we drove. The further we went, the more we leaned and the longer seemed the ramp. At some point, all leaned over at an odd angle, we looked at each other and almost at the same time said, "Isn't this the longest exit ramp ever?"
We had no notion, in our altered state, that we were only traveling 12 miles per hour!
Good times!
Twelve miles and hour...LOL. Your exit ramp story brings back a fond memory of frying on a certain type of....shall we say "fungus" when I was a young (and single) man. The story would take too long to tell but thanks for the memory Toast.