I forgot to mention that Sasha and I went to see Journey, Heart and Cheap Trick last month (9/26/08) with a couple of her co-workers-- we ended up road-tripping four hours for a normally two-hour tour to just outside of Sacramento at this hell-hole called Sleep Train Pavilion in the dust-filled middle of nowhere. Sash and I thought it appropos to guzzle cans of beer on the way there, only to discover, to our horror, that traffic on a late Friday afternoon to Sac-Town is not only hellacious and po-dunk scary, but there is nary a restroom or gas station en route.
Well, anyway... Heart rocked serious womynly ass (we completely missed Cheap Trick) but their set was way too short, and Journey's new Filipino front singer was such a vocal deadringer for Steve Perry, it was ridiculous (but in a really good way). Unfortunately, after the novelty of an Asian Steve Perry (but better) wore off, and the mulletted mayhem back with us in the nosebleed-seats grew to frightening proportions, and our thumbs grew calloused with burns of our lit waving lighters (Journey has a fuck-load of ballads, eh??!), we were kinda over it.
Whoa-ohoh-ohwhoaohohhhh...
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