Morning comes too damn soon when you’ve been out screaming your head off and throwing out your devil horn fingers in another town. The Motley Crue final tour…thoughts:
1. It was freakin’ awesome to go with one of my besties since KINDERGARTEN. Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were five years old, and we were even Brownie Scouts together, so it was super fun to go on a field trip, although super sad to end an era.
2. I love live music, love the entertainment factor of a great show. Between Alice Cooper and Motley Crue, there was fake blood, fire, bubbles, pentagrams, leather, fog and a drum kit on the ceiling. It was a show. It was an experience. If you can’t get into the whole package, can’t settle in for the ride, don’t go. Stay home. You’ll hate this. It shouldn’t sound just like the album, because if it did, what the hell would be the point??
3. I still jump up and down and scream until my voice is gone, just like I always have. I raise my ginormous coffee to never outgrowing the joy of a live show.
4. We’ve been listening to Crue since middle school, and the final tour concept is kind of mind-boggling. They’re taking their toys and going home, closing up the Crue shop. WTF? Now, other bands have said “farewell” only to come back and do it again. Crue is saying now, though, that this tour could run through 2015, with their final show in 2016?? That’s a long ass farewell tour, but they have a “cessation of touring” contract, refusing to tour again as a band once they hang this up. Crazy to think my idols are going to the house to watch “Wheel of Fortune.” The time passes; better do somethin’ good with it.