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Bad Company, Damn Yankees
Feb. 26th, 1991 07:30 pmI had forgotten that Bad Company was the headliner.
I had won tickets from 93 QFM. My friend Steve and I went down to the station the day of the show to pick them up. We rode the elevator to the top floor of the building, where I was told that I had to show ID to claim them. Even at age 23, I was not accustomed to doing so. I guess I looked young and pitiful enough that the woman gave me the tickets anyway. Also, I mentioned that they hadn't said my full name on the air. Also, it was only an hour or so to showtime.
So Steve and I walked over to the auditorium. I had won not only tickets to the show, but we got to see the sound check. We were ushered into the auditorium, but were put in the box seats, a little distance from the stage. We waited quite a while, before the Damn Yankees came out. Ted Nugent wasn't going to stand for us stuck way back in the boxes, so he waved us all over to the front of the stage. The ushers weren't thrilled about this, but they got us all seated in the first couple of rows. Nugent, in his big holstein print cowboy hat and his holstein print guitar, did a few songs for us. He threw and handful of picks to us. I managed to snag two. The girl in front of me asked for one, since she somehow didn't get any. I gave the other to my frequent concert partner Phil, who couldn't make this one.
After Damn Yankees, we were sent back to the boxes to wait for Bad Company. They were apparently having some sort of trouble leading to a delay, but after a while, lead singer Brian Howe came out with an acoustic guitar, and played "Shooting Star" for us. We thought that was a nice gesture. It seemed like he would have had to go out of his way to do that, and there wasn't much time left before the doors were to open.
When the show started, Steve and I were in the box seats on the opposite side. We were pretty much right in line with the speakers. To this day, this show did the most damage to my ears as any. The Damn Yankees were on first (billed as co-headliners). The volume was very high, but the worst part was that the amps were overdriven, and very distorted. Very Bad. The band rocked. Not a great show, but it was fun and free.
I worked third shift at the time, so after Damn Yankees, we left, so I could make it to work by midnight. As we walked out, we noticed that all sounds were very muffled. Steve hung out at my place for a bit. We had trouble hearing, a little bit. The weirdest thing, though, was that it felt like we were speaking with lisps. I could hear my lisp, and Steve could hear his, but we didn't hear them in each other. My ears rang for about three days.
I had won tickets from 93 QFM. My friend Steve and I went down to the station the day of the show to pick them up. We rode the elevator to the top floor of the building, where I was told that I had to show ID to claim them. Even at age 23, I was not accustomed to doing so. I guess I looked young and pitiful enough that the woman gave me the tickets anyway. Also, I mentioned that they hadn't said my full name on the air. Also, it was only an hour or so to showtime.
So Steve and I walked over to the auditorium. I had won not only tickets to the show, but we got to see the sound check. We were ushered into the auditorium, but were put in the box seats, a little distance from the stage. We waited quite a while, before the Damn Yankees came out. Ted Nugent wasn't going to stand for us stuck way back in the boxes, so he waved us all over to the front of the stage. The ushers weren't thrilled about this, but they got us all seated in the first couple of rows. Nugent, in his big holstein print cowboy hat and his holstein print guitar, did a few songs for us. He threw and handful of picks to us. I managed to snag two. The girl in front of me asked for one, since she somehow didn't get any. I gave the other to my frequent concert partner Phil, who couldn't make this one.
After Damn Yankees, we were sent back to the boxes to wait for Bad Company. They were apparently having some sort of trouble leading to a delay, but after a while, lead singer Brian Howe came out with an acoustic guitar, and played "Shooting Star" for us. We thought that was a nice gesture. It seemed like he would have had to go out of his way to do that, and there wasn't much time left before the doors were to open.
When the show started, Steve and I were in the box seats on the opposite side. We were pretty much right in line with the speakers. To this day, this show did the most damage to my ears as any. The Damn Yankees were on first (billed as co-headliners). The volume was very high, but the worst part was that the amps were overdriven, and very distorted. Very Bad. The band rocked. Not a great show, but it was fun and free.
I worked third shift at the time, so after Damn Yankees, we left, so I could make it to work by midnight. As we walked out, we noticed that all sounds were very muffled. Steve hung out at my place for a bit. We had trouble hearing, a little bit. The weirdest thing, though, was that it felt like we were speaking with lisps. I could hear my lisp, and Steve could hear his, but we didn't hear them in each other. My ears rang for about three days.
