I don't know where you suckers were Tuesday night, but I was here:
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Okay, if I'm going to copy (aka homage) my previous post of Sept 2007, I should have pictures... but I don't. So I'll let my words paint them for you.
On what would have been pretty close to a one year anniversary with Megadeth girl (aka Greta), I returned to the Moore to see Lindsey Buckingham and it ruled. I caught no guitar picks, he's too fast for that, got no fucking idiot's blood smeared on my arm (there are no fights at Lindsey Buckingham), and drank no scotch. However, I was with a cute girly girl (who, I guess by precedent becomes Buckingham girl) and we had her uncle's spicy home made sausages before we journeyed out. It wasn't her suggestion, or a first date. She didn't have a picture taking cell phone.
I guess the venue was about the only thing that was the same.
Lindsey Buckingham is the ex-lead guitarist for Fleetwood Mac. Now, some of you might be thinking "what the fuck?" and I couldn't blame you. Here's the deal: Lindsey Buckingham is one of the top 5 most underrated rock guitarists on the planet. Lindsey Buckingham uses a finger picking style and a normal rock and roll style, effortlessly. He is mighty and he is fast. Go youTube his acoustic version of "Big Love" if you doubt me. I'll wait.
He came out with three other guys and they did a rock set which wound up to the most kick-ass version of Fleetwood Mac's "Tusk" I had ever heard. It ruled. He then did an acoustic set including the aforementioned "Big Love" and my favorite song off the old Rumors album, "Never Going Back Again. Okay, maybe second favorite after "Chain."
It also ruled.
They finished with a rock set and tacked on a three song encore. Then Buckingham came back out and did a one song, acoustic encore. Which was okay.
This summer I saw Mark Knopfler. Formally of Dire Straits, Mark Knopfler is also a kick-ass, underrated guitarist. One of my favs and a great concert. Buckingham put on a better show. Knopfler had one super-deluxe masterpiece, which was an extended version of "Speedway at Nazareth." Point Knopfler. Knopfler, however, felt a little short and was a little sloppy with his finger work here and there.
Both concerts were highlights of the year, however. I have to say, as delicately as possible, that Knopfler was really the last fun time that Megadeth girl and I had; it holds a special place as an experience. We had a great picnic; it rained a wonderful light, warm rain; and the night ended with that spectacular lightning storm. Not to be too maudlin, it basically boils down to whatever she may have already plotting, it was the last time I felt secure and wanted in the relationship.
Buckingham will be remembered, too, for a wonderful not quite first date with Buckingham girl. And those fast, fast, picking fingers.
In case you think it's all rock concerts, scotch, and porn (or in this case, rock concerts and porn), I did spend the previous weekend playing in a D&D adventure, super hero adventure, poker tourney, board games, rpg Lost adventure, sang "Black Hole Sun" on Rock Band, and went to a tango lession with Buckingham girl (before she became Buckingham girl... but calling her Korean bbq girl would sound kind of weird. As would most of the other things we did up until that point (although Tropic Thunder girl actually sounds okay).) Sunday I watched the Seahawks and did not practice with my flag football team, as I did not join one this year.
Until tonight, when one called me out of the blue.
So, for the second year in a row: fuck you, presumptions. Fuck you right in the ear.
((stupid blank space))
Okay, if I'm going to copy (aka homage) my previous post of Sept 2007, I should have pictures... but I don't. So I'll let my words paint them for you.
On what would have been pretty close to a one year anniversary with Megadeth girl (aka Greta), I returned to the Moore to see Lindsey Buckingham and it ruled. I caught no guitar picks, he's too fast for that, got no fucking idiot's blood smeared on my arm (there are no fights at Lindsey Buckingham), and drank no scotch. However, I was with a cute girly girl (who, I guess by precedent becomes Buckingham girl) and we had her uncle's spicy home made sausages before we journeyed out. It wasn't her suggestion, or a first date. She didn't have a picture taking cell phone.
I guess the venue was about the only thing that was the same.
Lindsey Buckingham is the ex-lead guitarist for Fleetwood Mac. Now, some of you might be thinking "what the fuck?" and I couldn't blame you. Here's the deal: Lindsey Buckingham is one of the top 5 most underrated rock guitarists on the planet. Lindsey Buckingham uses a finger picking style and a normal rock and roll style, effortlessly. He is mighty and he is fast. Go youTube his acoustic version of "Big Love" if you doubt me. I'll wait.
He came out with three other guys and they did a rock set which wound up to the most kick-ass version of Fleetwood Mac's "Tusk" I had ever heard. It ruled. He then did an acoustic set including the aforementioned "Big Love" and my favorite song off the old Rumors album, "Never Going Back Again. Okay, maybe second favorite after "Chain."
It also ruled.
They finished with a rock set and tacked on a three song encore. Then Buckingham came back out and did a one song, acoustic encore. Which was okay.
This summer I saw Mark Knopfler. Formally of Dire Straits, Mark Knopfler is also a kick-ass, underrated guitarist. One of my favs and a great concert. Buckingham put on a better show. Knopfler had one super-deluxe masterpiece, which was an extended version of "Speedway at Nazareth." Point Knopfler. Knopfler, however, felt a little short and was a little sloppy with his finger work here and there.
Both concerts were highlights of the year, however. I have to say, as delicately as possible, that Knopfler was really the last fun time that Megadeth girl and I had; it holds a special place as an experience. We had a great picnic; it rained a wonderful light, warm rain; and the night ended with that spectacular lightning storm. Not to be too maudlin, it basically boils down to whatever she may have already plotting, it was the last time I felt secure and wanted in the relationship.
Buckingham will be remembered, too, for a wonderful not quite first date with Buckingham girl. And those fast, fast, picking fingers.
In case you think it's all rock concerts, scotch, and porn (or in this case, rock concerts and porn), I did spend the previous weekend playing in a D&D adventure, super hero adventure, poker tourney, board games, rpg Lost adventure, sang "Black Hole Sun" on Rock Band, and went to a tango lession with Buckingham girl (before she became Buckingham girl... but calling her Korean bbq girl would sound kind of weird. As would most of the other things we did up until that point (although Tropic Thunder girl actually sounds okay).) Sunday I watched the Seahawks and did not practice with my flag football team, as I did not join one this year.
Until tonight, when one called me out of the blue.
So, for the second year in a row: fuck you, presumptions. Fuck you right in the ear.