I looked at the clock, checked the computer, hit the astrology software, pushed a button. Good. Capricorn has started.
I’ve got one suitcase, with remnants of a “Texas International” airline sticker. I can’t even tell you when that’s from. It’s a very old suitcase. Had to pack it up for Xmas on the Left Coast with Sister and family.
First day of “winter” and I was wandering around with no shirt half the time. Plus shorts. I was wearing shorts. Winter time. Texas weather. Dark of the moon, but I still couldn’t get any fish hooked.
Hair metal movies. That’s the way it was advertised, more or less. What it was: “Pretty Things” was a bunch of bootleg footage, attempting to prove that Glam Rock paved the way for Punk. Somehow, I failed to see the analogy, but halfway through, I was like most of the audience, wanting to clap and cheer for the band’s performance. However, unlike most of the audience, I was around when some of that music was first played.
Then came “Slade in Flames.” All I could find were oblique references to the movie’s title, but no link for the movie itself. Beats me. The rockumentary about Slade, a band that never was a big hit here in the States, but ruled the charts in the UK for most of a decade. Or more. It should be noted the spelling was never long suit with Slade, authors of “Cum Feel the Noize” & “Mama weer all crazee now.”
Right. Monday night, it was a buck at the door. Three hours of entertainment. Or something. Not quite three hours, but close enough. Certainly less than 50 cents an hour for the show. Well worth that price.
