i first saw them in high school at Chicago’s Aragon Ballroom well before that lucky ticketholder was even born.
it was the first concert that i ever went to where i saw someone puke from being too drunk
last night was a different affair. i saw people of all ages. dads brought their kids and the kids were fascinated.
theres something about blasts of fire so big and hot that you can feel it all through the arena.
the music was Motely Crue’s greatest hits with a couple of covers (Smoking in the Boys Room, Anarchy in the UK)
it was hoped that there might be a Motorhead cover since they are both Sunset Strip icons
but this is a show thats been around the world, their farewell show, it was polished, on point, and locked.
not really any room for improv.
Tommy has to drum on a rollercoaster and spin around a few times
no time to play Ace of Spades.
i kid, but really two things: a motorhead mention, at least, was appropo
and Tommy’s drum solo, was incredible
one of the great things about Crue was they were real rock stars.
Tommy had a sex tape, Vince had a sex tape, there was drugs, arrests,
which means only one thing:
fucking better be a killer drum solo at the rock show
like the new Star Wars, the second to last Crue show was safe, familiar, and not loud enough.
the lights were pretty, we were thankful for the dancing girls,
Mick Mars, who has looked 64, shredded on guitar, and did this Eruption thing that was purely satanic
and their grand finale was a spectacle of fire and more fire and things burning that made us think
should that really be on fire too?
and then fireworks
of all the bands that i rocked out to in high school,
never did i think that it would be Motley Crue who would sell out
two nights at Staples, 34 years into their career, to say adios.
but they represented the spirit of the hair metal era righteously
and are ending it on fire.
they’re not going away sad
they’re just going away