The Goat Pen

hedge wrote:I wonder if Vai knew that was coming?

he's a great actor

Look at his fingers. Most great guitar players have really long fingers. Look at Jimmy Page or Hendrix (or Vai). When they are holding the neck of the guitar, their thumb is hanging halfway over the top of the neck and they are still able to reach about 8 frets. When I play, my thumb is on the back of the neck just so I can get my fingers on the strings...

yea I started playing about 3 years ago and watching the videos of these guys teaching you how to play, I realized they all had long fingers. C Chord is a pain if you have regular fingers

Now I only watch self help videos on guitar from short fat guys because I know they are teaching songs I can play

I'm the master of the 2 note bar chord. I've got Smoke on the Water down pat...

BRM teaches guitar?

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Ken Jeong in a classic.

Walken Dance mash up

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Kiss and Def Leppard July 15 at Riverbend

Its like 8th grade all over again

I was over Kiss by 8th grade

Saint wrote:I was over Kiss by 8th grade

I can remember listening to Calling Dr. Love in 4th grade at a friends house

Hated Kiss. Probably because my sister was obsessed with them.

I think I peaked on Kiss in 5th grade but I remember them as early as 3rd grade (1974-75).

Jungle Rat wrote:Hated Kiss. Probably because my sister was obsessed with them.

And by "obssessed with them," you mean she blew them on their tour bus when they played Riverfront in '78?

Wouldnt shock me a bit.

eCat wrote:Kiss and Def Leppard July 15 at Riverbend

Its like 8th grade all over again

See that, and raise you a Boston and Night Ranger June 15th at Snowden Grove

I still like to belt out "Beth" when I'm alone in the car. Sometimes I shed a tear when I get to the falsetto at the end...

Guess it's that time of year to tell this one again. Me and Stu went to see Ted Nugent (who was way past his prime by this time) and Aerosmith (who were at their lowest point ever, well past their glory days of the 70's and balls deep in the bad part of drug addiction, after the money and good groupies are mostly dried up, and before they arose from the ashes due to MTV) at the old Greensboro Coliseum, we rolled up there like Spinal Tap trying to find their way to the stage, finally got there and and I was thinking, yeah, these guys are way past prime, but I thought more people than this would show up, there's like nobody here. But then it wasn't "like" nobody was there, there really wasn't anybody there. The show wasn't until the next week. I can't recall, but I suspect me and Stu just popped another e-ball and did some more blow and drove back to Chapel Hill...

We drove around the curve on Lee St. right in front of the coliseum only to see the marquee tell us that it was the next week. you didn't even slow down and we just kept going right back to Chapel Hill. I think we did do another eball right then (had already done one).

The better story is you going back the next week alone and giving some burnout old dude (but probably way younger than we are now) the last bit of your bag of blow, then seeing him again in the line of cars going out with him giving you an unsmiling but heartfelt thumbs up as he passed you on the way out.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"

That type of psychosis was still a decade away in 1986. Then, we were kids just having fun...