So far, it has been a long hot summer at the tent. There have been some good shows, Blondie, (how often can you hear a band who is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?), Melissa Etheridge, Boz Scaggs, and some real klunkers, Plain White T's, some dreadful opening acts, and the worst of all; Moe.
Hopefully, we hit rock bottom with Moe. I don't even know what to call their music. It wasn't rock. It wasn't punk. It wasn't rap. It was just four guys pounding on their musical instruments, making noise, for three, seemingly endless, hours. I know I'm old school, but I thought I liked all kinds of music. However, Moe was just awful.
The only group I've seen so far, that I would actually pay to see again, was Box Scaggs. If you like Steely Dan music, you would love Boz Scaggs.
We wrap up July with WWE wrestling - ouch - Bill Cosby, and B.B. King. I have been looking forward to B.B. King for months. It should be an easy night of ushering, and then we can settle in and listen to some really good music.
August has the makings of a good month. We have Kenny Rogers, ventriloquist Jeff Dunham, KC and the Sunshine Band, Huey Lewis and the News, and Vince Gill. I'm not scheduled for the Beach Boys, but I'll switch with one of the other ushers so I can see them again.
Thankfully, we didn't get scheduled for the Saw Doctors, an Irish rock band. Apparantly, their Irish fans arrive already drunk, dressed in green, and waving their Irish flags. The place is chaos. What a shame I have to miss that.
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