These Dreams Go On...
I had the distinct pleasure of seeing Cheap Trick, Heart, and Journey last Wednesday. Here is a belated wrap-up of the great night:
We arrived a bit late due to ridiculous north-bound traffic around Indianapolis (Damn you, suburbanites who can’t manage to live where you work!) We missed all but the last two songs of Cheap Trick’s set, but we weren’t too upset, and things began to look up almost immediately, when we went to get drinks and ran into this giant chalupa with a five-o-clock shadow wearing a diaper. That’s my friend Whitney in the picture with me.

Heart followed this crazy run-in and totally knocked it out of the park. I was amazed that Ann Wilson still sounded just as good as she did during Heart’s heyday in the ’70s and ’80s. I was hoping that Nancy would say something snarky about Palin following the “Barracuda” issue, but they just rocked.

Journey took the stage, with a new lead singer, a dandy little fellow from the Philippines, who sounds EXACTLY LIKE STEVE PERRY OMG IT’S FREAKYYYY. His name is Arnel Pineda and he’s big-eyed and cute.

The Journey fans celebrated en masse, including a handful of ladies with soccer-mom ‘dos who sparked a doob and puff-puff-passed across the aisle from us.
This guy got so fired up that something happened to his shirt. And his dignity. And his liver.

But, BUT, this all paled in comparison to the rocking show put on by Frontiers, a Journey tribute band I saw at the Vogue on Sept. 5.
Until next time, rock on.