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Geddy Lee looks like my old neighbour.
Well... at least my neighbour when I lived in Vermont.
We went to see Rush last night at the Tweeter Centre and all I have to say is, if you like light shows, for the love of god, see then. They have lazers. And strange Canadian cartoons with dragons and robots. And their drummer is insane. It was happy. It was also probably the best concert we've been to this summer. Not that I don't love Alice Cooper and all, but the venue was evil.
Anyhow.. They played two 1½ hour sets, no opener. The only damper (forgive that pun) is that it poured, starting about 45 minutes in and my damned poncho leaked. Boo. Other than that, I really had a blast. Aaand, they did the only two songs I knew by them. I'm wicked cool.
I also picked up a super cute shirt for Steven. It was there 30th. Anniversary Tour and they had cool shirts with dragons on them. It was worth the money. I figure the cheque from my training will cover the price of that. Plus, I wanted to make up for the Rush Concert That Wasn't. While we were still working at Lids and Steven was working to save his marriage, he had gotten tickets to two concerts so that they could go out on a date. The first was The Who, which evidently she likes a great deal, and they went, no problems. Well, only plagued with work related problems because Asshole wasn't interested in doing his job and took off to go to Newbury Comics, leaving me alone on a Friday night, but aaaanyhow... The other tickets he bought were for Rush, one of his favourite bands. He got good seats, too, and spent a fair amount of money. Right before they were ready to leave from her place, she got "sick". She had, I guess felt fine all afternoon, and got "sick" has they were walking out the door. So, instead of doing what everyone else in the world would do, and saying "Oh no, honey, go and have a good time. Find someone else to go with. I'll see you when you get home.", she insisted he stay home. He couldn't find anyone to take the tickets on that short notice, so he had to eat them.
So, since then, he's been kind of sad everytime Rush is mentioned. I once mentioned getting rush tickets for a theatre show, and he got all excited, thinking I meant the band. When they went on sale, I managed to get them for the second section of seats. Damn near everything else was sold out. They were expensive, too, but it was totally worth it. The look of delight on his face was worth every dime.
I'm going to roll change now before stocking up on happy supplies for the hurricane that we may or may not get. We need milk anyway, though, and I want to get that before it's all sold out. I need to get stuff for Dawn and Mike, too.
Oh, and I'm going to my first Red Sox game, ever, Tuesday. Be Afraid.
We went to see Rush last night at the Tweeter Centre and all I have to say is, if you like light shows, for the love of god, see then. They have lazers. And strange Canadian cartoons with dragons and robots. And their drummer is insane. It was happy. It was also probably the best concert we've been to this summer. Not that I don't love Alice Cooper and all, but the venue was evil.
Anyhow.. They played two 1½ hour sets, no opener. The only damper (forgive that pun) is that it poured, starting about 45 minutes in and my damned poncho leaked. Boo. Other than that, I really had a blast. Aaand, they did the only two songs I knew by them. I'm wicked cool.
I also picked up a super cute shirt for Steven. It was there 30th. Anniversary Tour and they had cool shirts with dragons on them. It was worth the money. I figure the cheque from my training will cover the price of that. Plus, I wanted to make up for the Rush Concert That Wasn't. While we were still working at Lids and Steven was working to save his marriage, he had gotten tickets to two concerts so that they could go out on a date. The first was The Who, which evidently she likes a great deal, and they went, no problems. Well, only plagued with work related problems because Asshole wasn't interested in doing his job and took off to go to Newbury Comics, leaving me alone on a Friday night, but aaaanyhow... The other tickets he bought were for Rush, one of his favourite bands. He got good seats, too, and spent a fair amount of money. Right before they were ready to leave from her place, she got "sick". She had, I guess felt fine all afternoon, and got "sick" has they were walking out the door. So, instead of doing what everyone else in the world would do, and saying "Oh no, honey, go and have a good time. Find someone else to go with. I'll see you when you get home.", she insisted he stay home. He couldn't find anyone to take the tickets on that short notice, so he had to eat them.
So, since then, he's been kind of sad everytime Rush is mentioned. I once mentioned getting rush tickets for a theatre show, and he got all excited, thinking I meant the band. When they went on sale, I managed to get them for the second section of seats. Damn near everything else was sold out. They were expensive, too, but it was totally worth it. The look of delight on his face was worth every dime.
I'm going to roll change now before stocking up on happy supplies for the hurricane that we may or may not get. We need milk anyway, though, and I want to get that before it's all sold out. I need to get stuff for Dawn and Mike, too.
Oh, and I'm going to my first Red Sox game, ever, Tuesday. Be Afraid.