Twenty years later and one thing still hasn’t changed. Cinderella is still the worst metal band to ever get out of their momma’s garage. When a six year old chants “BORING” you know the show can’t get much worse.

Thank the concert Gods for Poison. These guys may have found a way to hang on to all that goodness that made them so much fun back in the day. The long-teased-up hair is gone and the band could pass for a pretty hip looking country act, but they still kick major ass on stage. Nissan Pavilion is not the greatest venue in the world but the crowd got hot quick and stayed that way through the final songs.  One of the fun parts of the night (and there were several) was watching the old style music videos on the back drop screen as the band performed.  It was almost like going to an amped up class reunion.

THE WOMAN had a blast showing FDSM and SDSM how to sling their hair around their heads gaining much more stree cred with them. Of course THE BOY tried to get in on the act, but even his coolness went right out the window when he tried to dance. He does make a hell of a ‘sign of the devil’ and screamed “Rock On” right up to the point when he passed out.  I had to play evil step-dad (like that’s a change) when some punk tried to put his dance moves on FDSM.  For once she was glad to have me around.

It might not be what some Southern Baptists think of when they talk about quality family time, but we all enjoyed the living hell out of the night. The only real downer was some bitch kicking my beer over during “Every Rose” and having to carry 45 pounds of sleeping kid across the parking lot. Yes, THE BOY slept during the last half hour of the show and the entire trip home. His ability to sleep through “Unskinny Bop” had the drunken frat boys around us in sheer awe.

Big events are going on here today. I’ll clue you guys in a little later on that.