Blew into Clark County amphitheater today. Myself and two friends strolled into the amphitheater and I thought I would buy a drink for Tonya, as she was nice to pick up, so we didn’t add another car to the freeway system. I bought us each a Giant Margarita of some sort. Two drinks came to about a car payment. Well at least the drinks were horrible. It contained two parts sugar, some red stuff and some clear stuff. My teeth still hurt.
I sat by myself in seats that were not too bad but they weren’t necessarily close. At the end of the opening act, it was a warm evening and a nice strong breeze was blowing in from the open fields that surrounded the amphitheater. I looked for a nice beer and they honestly had none i liked. It was either gas station really strong beer or nothing. I settled for a long sip of water from the water fountain. The water wasn’t even all that good.
When I got back to my seats there was a girl handing out upgrades to better seats. That seemed unlikely to me, as most people viewed it as a scam of sorts. I simply walked over to the 26 year old staff blond and said, “May I please Have an Upgrade”
And she did, I got upgraded to seats close to the stage and somehow got transported to another world. It felt like the drunk tank. As soon as I sat down one of those in the tank started talking in an English I couldn’t decipher. He told me how his family came together for this, he mumbled all this while devouring a nasty margarita.
When Neil came on stage he stood on his chair and talked loudly with the rest of his band of merry makers. A guy in a large hat asked him to sit down and this led to a heated exchange.
As Neil played on.
I’m a vampire, babe, suckin’ blood from the earth
I’m a vampire, baby, suckin’ blood from the earth
Well, I’m a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels
Drunk guy kept telling me what songs were on what albums. Sorry buddy “Harvest” doesn’t have all these songs. He said he wanted to hear “Heart Of Gold”. He then started arguing with the people in front of me. Suddenly there were flashlights on him and everybody pointed to Drunk Dude. Of course the flashlight in a way implicated me.
As he was escorted out he asked me to go with him.
I declined and actually used the word Dude.
He get booted, leaving the rest of his lugubrious family to stew and listen to Heart of Gold.
And we are we growing old.
If travel went smoothly what stories would we have to tell. Neil Young was great despite playing the same 19 songs from the previous night. Neil could never sing, at 77, he has a lot of stories to tell.
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