Stone Temple Sunday

Last night, Bama and I hauled our cute little butts wrapped in tight jeans to see a Rock-N-Roll show. To relive my years driving around as a teenager in the 90s and so Bama could see her “damn dirty rockstar” we settled in for an evening with the Stone Temple Pilots at the Grand Ole Opry House.

 First, it was a fun little Sunday. I decided I was craving a chicken dish. Rare, I know. The problem, you can’t make just one portion or just a small portion. So, I knew I’d have way more than I needed. I started calling friends to come over and share in the goodies (brownies included). The only taker was Bama and we enjoyed a nice girls’ late lunch/early dinner.

A couple hours later, Bama came back to pick me up for the show. We drove out there, parked, and walked to the venue. The lines were really long, but naturally we found a line that no one discovered yet and walked right in and made a bee-line for the beer. Mmm…over priced domestic lite. Inside, the opening band, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, was playing. They were great. It took a while for the crowd to warm up to them, but I was very impressed. They sounded great and have such a great eclectic blend of music. Check them out!

During the BRMC show, we had a group of people sitting in front of us, who never returned later. But suffice it to say that they were, as I called it when them came down the aisle, “Trying too hard, party of six.” A brief intermission and more beer later, we realized that David Bowie was sitting next to Bama. Ok, just his doppelganger, but if he never spoke and you didn’t hear the accent you would do a double-, and triple-take! Unfortunately we couldn’t bring cameras to the show, otherwise I’d have a picture. I pretend-took a picture of Bama and got a pic of him with my phone, but I can’t figure out how to get that from my phone to another device. He even asked if we wanted our picture taken, so now I like to say that David Bowie used my camera phone to take my picture with Bama! As Bama said, “he has to know” that he looks just like Bowie.

Then the show started. It was great. Weiland wasn’t as scary-skinny as I expected. No rockstar hair, very clean shaven, but definite rockstar prancing all over the stage all night…in white platform shoes no less (a la Pee Wee Herman). Some songs he sounded great, mostly when it was his gravely belting. More melodic songs sounded a little flat/tone deaf, like someone else doing Stone Temple Karaoke. He had so much energy and was all over the stage climbing up on amps, speakers, etc. The band was flawless! It was a fun show and I’m really glad I got to see one of my angsty bands of youth while the rockstar singer is still around.

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