It takes me about 6 -1/2 hours to get there.
I took my Son and his best friend with me. My Son has seen BH before, but this was the first time for his friend. We get to Flagstaff and there is a ton of this white stuff called snow(?) all over the ground and quite a bit of traffic filled with morons that would NEVER survive in Los Angeles.
We meet Sylvan at the Bates Motel just around the corner from the venue and walk over to a local bar that was void of patrons. One deep breath reveals why. This place smelled like ASS! What the hell, we are there, may as well eat. Food was pretty good and the service was better than most. I still have the smell of that place in me nose though.
After eating we walk about this Hippie Hamlet in the Hills to kill some time. The walk took Five Minutes.
We get in front of the theater and there are a couple of kooks already waiting in line. I don't have tickets so I go to a local shop called Rainbow's End to buy them. I should've brought my Hippies repellant. The place was covered in anti-American propaganda. :jerkit;
Finally we decide to stand in line, it's like 38* out and the losers in line are smoking like a house on fire. Then we are over whelmed by a LARGE group of Indian Teenage girls. :rolleyes: Yelling, screaming, and every single one of them with an overbite that had Bugs Bunny shaking his head. These girls could peel 100 pounds of potatoes in mere seconds with these tusks! Then I start to look a little closer at more of the locals and I'll be damned if the whole town doesn't look like Mr. Ed. It's getting colder and I now need coffee just so I don't snap and take out half the line in a remake of some John Ford movie.
Sylvan and I go across the street to the local coffee house and the guy behind the counter says they have NO coffee. :smt071 One look at his china and I can see he is not a native of the area. I settle for some noisy cup of something that had to be strained through old socks. Yum.
Finally we get in and the show starts with some local Hippie band. You can imagine how excited I was. After three weeks they finally leave the stage. Buckethead comes out and starts to shred! Okay, I think the trip is saved. NOT! The shit hole that was hosting the show had a Price-Fisher PA system that kept dropping out. Horrible! At some point these buck toothed Mensas decided to start a Mosh Pit. :rofl; :rofl; :rofl; Now mind you, I am a veteran (read: Survivor) of hundreds of Mosh Pits and this was more like a 7th Grade lunch time dance. As you saw I was right up front and of course, more than one of my fellow attendees was in desparate need of a bath! Cripes, what is it with the front row of BH concerts and smelling, Star Wars geeks with and aversion to soap!?
On a good note, it was really great to see Sylvan again and that was worth the 900 miles of driving. :psix; I also got a pack of decals from Buckethead himself!
I can't wait to see Sylvan's rant. He had an even better time than I. :rofl;
