I hear static on the walkie-talkie, and a voice comes on and
says” Bring the band up”. The overflowing crowd is chanting, we are in
Philadelphia at the gargantuan football stadium, looking out over the mass of
people there must be 60,000 here tonight. If you have never been to an NFL game
you can’t understand the grandeur of the stadium, there is a city’s population
laid out in front of me. The walkie-talkie blares out “Roll the music”. I hit the button that makes the giant sound
system pump out the primal drums on the intro music at ear bleeding level. The
stage is a huge monstrosity born out of Micks nightmare, or a Rockstar dream.
This nightmare runs completely across the stadium over 450 ft, I’ve been told
it’s the biggest stage that has ever been put into a stadium.
There are 100ft towers that
flank the stage, so tall they have to be built with the big flashing red light
on top to alert low flying airplanes of the danger! The stage is shrouded in
cloth and steel with all the colors of a skyscraper construction site, orange, red,
black and white. The towers are cranes with conveyers, antennas, satellite
dishes and giant lighting pods looming off of them. I get a rush of adrenalin
from the sea of people vibrating to the incessant beat of the sound pounding
out of the giant system.
From my vantage point on the
stage I can see the band walk on to the backstage area, you can feel the energy
as they strap on there million dollar instruments. The pounding of the sound
system comes to a crescendo….
My walkie-talkie fires up again
“ Go Pyro”
Hell has come to Philly, at
least it feel’s that way as the stage explodes with a wall of flames 40 ft
tall.
My heart is pounding like a
jackhammer, 60 thousand voices scream as one, the world could be ending and it would
probably feel the same. The unmistakable notes of a song everyone alive knows
roars out of the guitar amps on stage as Mick, Keith and the Stones take the
stage.
I shake my head as if coming out
of a dream, the long crazy road that took me here…How did I get here?
( Several years earlier) The old Bluer 63 Chevy Impala
sits on the side street, it’s just getting dark in Omaha. This is a high-class
neighborhood, Long driveways and lots of yard out front. Most houses are multi
story or big ranch, four and five car garages are the norm. Meticulously
trimmed yards, Gardens abound.
Down in a darker part of the
street sets an old blue Chevy. In the car sits a thug looking crazy man and
someone that looks to be Jesus. The car is parked up and across the street from a very nice
looking House. It’s a large ranch on the corner with the 4 car garage on the
side and a long curved driveway in front. It’s an upscale neighborhood and
these two should not be there.
I hear static on the walkie-talkie, and a voice comes on and
says” Bring the band up”. The overflowing crowd is chanting, we are in
Philadelphia at the gargantuan football stadium, looking out over the mass of
people there must be 60,000 here tonight. If you have never been to an NFL game
you can’t understand the grandeur of the stadium, there is a city’s population
laid out in front of me. The walkie-talkie blares out “Roll the music”. I hit the button that makes the giant sound
system pump out the primal drums on the intro music at ear bleeding level. The
stage is a huge monstrosity born out of Micks nightmare, or a Rockstar dream.
This nightmare runs completely across the stadium over 450 ft, I’ve been told
it’s the biggest stage that has ever been put into a stadium.
There are 100ft towers that
flank the stage, so tall they have to be built with the big flashing red light
on top to alert low flying airplanes of the danger! The stage is shrouded in
cloth and steel with all the colors of a skyscraper construction site, orange, red,
black and white. The towers are cranes with conveyers, antennas, satellite
dishes and giant lighting pods looming off of them. I get a rush of adrenalin
from the sea of people vibrating to the incessant beat of the sound pounding
out of the giant system.
From my vantage point on the
stage I can see the band walk on to the backstage area, you can feel the energy
as they strap on there million dollar instruments. The pounding of the sound
system comes to a crescendo….
My walkie-talkie fires up again
“ Go Pyro”
Hell has come to Philly, at
least it feel’s that way as the stage explodes with a wall of flames 40 ft
tall.
My heart is pounding like a
jackhammer, 60 thousand voices scream as one, the world could be ending and it would
probably feel the same. The unmistakable notes of a song everyone alive knows
roars out of the guitar amps on stage as Mick, Keith and the Stones take the
stage.
I shake my head as if coming out
of a dream, the long crazy road that took me here…How did I get here?
( Several years earlier) The old Bluer 63 Chevy Impala
sits on the side street, it’s just getting dark in Omaha. This is a high-class
neighborhood, Long driveways and lots of yard out front. Most houses are multi
story or big ranch, four and five car garages are the norm. Meticulously
trimmed yards, Gardens abound.
Down in a darker part of the
street sets an old blue Chevy. In the car sits a thug looking crazy man and
someone that looks to be Jesus. The car is parked up and across the street from a very nice
looking House. It’s a large ranch on the corner with the 4 car garage on the
side and a long curved driveway in front. It’s an upscale neighborhood and
these two should not be there.
I hear static on the walkie-talkie, and a voice comes on and
says” Bring the band up”. The overflowing crowd is chanting, we are in
Philadelphia at the gargantuan football stadium, looking out over the mass of
people there must be 60,000 here tonight. If you have never been to an NFL game
you can’t understand the grandeur of the stadium, there is a city’s population
laid out in front of me. The walkie-talkie blares out “Roll the music”. I hit the button that makes the giant sound
system pump out the primal drums on the intro music at ear bleeding level. The
stage is a huge monstrosity born out of Micks nightmare, or a Rockstar dream.
This nightmare runs completely across the stadium over 450 ft, I’ve been told
it’s the biggest stage that has ever been put into a stadium.
There are 100ft towers that
flank the stage, so tall they have to be built with the big flashing red light
on top to alert low flying airplanes of the danger! The stage is shrouded in
cloth and steel with all the colors of a skyscraper construction site, orange, red,
black and white. The towers are cranes with conveyors, antennas, satellite
dishes and giant lighting pods looming off of them. I get a rush of Adrenalin
from the sea of people vibrating to the incessant beat of the sound pounding
out of the giant system.
From my vantage point on the
stage I can see the band walk on to the backstage area, you can feel the energy
as they strap on there million dollar instruments. The pounding of the sound
system comes to a crescendo….
My walkie-talkie fires up again
“ Go Pyro”
Hell has come to Philly, at
least it feel’s that way as the stage explodes with a wall of flames 40 ft
tall.
My heart is pounding like a
jackhammer, 60 thousand voices scream as one, the world could be ending and it would
probably feel the same. The unmistakable notes of a song everyone alive knows
roars out of the guitar amps on stage as Mick, Keith and the Stones take the
stage.
I shake my head as if coming out
of a dream, the long crazy road that took me here…How did I get here?