posted January 02, 2002 08:00 PM            

Did I mention that Terri and her organization are a class act?

So I drive the 315 miles up to Agoura and get set up in my hotel room. I get a phone call from the one and only ScottO, letting me know that although he is sicker than a rabid dog, my evening is taken care of. What a trooper!

My wife go downstairs so I can get us a cab. The hotel guy comes running after me to let me know that I have a car and driver to get to the show! Way to go, guys!

We get to the gig and walk inside for our "pit passes". Line? We ain't got no stinkin' line! My wife and I are then shown to our table, hand picked by Terri herself. Not too close to the speakers, just off the dance floor, good view, not too loud, not too quiet - just right. Terri insists.

Now the New Years eve package on E-bay said dinner and champagne. I am informed by our waitress that EVERYTHING, including bar, is taken care of. Free drinks? - all of a sudden, this evening is quite a bargain. Thank you, Terri and Paul.

Dinner is served. Filet Mignon. Yummy! Yes, of course, more drinks. Did I mention we arrived 4 hours before showtime? More drinks! Ooh, strawberry cheesecake. Yummy. Yes, thank you, more drinks here.

Hey, how about that DJ spinning disco! Donna Summer - whoo hoo! My wife insists that I dance with her. Well, I can't dance, but I can do that!

OK, that's out of the way. Oh, yes, I will have another, thank you.

10:30 - the stage lights just went out! Hey, that's Mitch! and there's Chris and Dallan!

posted January 02, 2002 08:19 PM            

OK, so I don't have a set list to post. Nobody gave me one, I wasn't going to swipe the one from the dressing room, and I surely wasn't going to take notes for you!

So the 2001 thing ends (very cool by the way) and "The Diva" walks on stage. The house goes wild to "Masquerade". Then "The Metro". "You Don't Know", then a song for that shitty thing called divorce, "Steps". "No More Words". Then a really cool acoustic set about even more sex. The great song about masturbation, "Pleasure Victim" and the song for Paul, "Angel's Wings". Dallan - I love that 12 string!

So back in the mid 80's there was a band called Berlin. They had some cool songs and some radio success. A cute lead singer and a couple of other guys with some damn good songwriting by a guy named Crawford. Stuff you heard on MTV and KROQ, with Richard Blade. And they were great.

posted January 02, 2002 08:51 PM            

Back when I was a kid in high school, there was an afternoon dance party show on local TV in LA. Kind of like American BandStand, but cool. Hosted by Richard Blade, who was a jock on KROQ, the modern rock station that played stuff like Missing Persons and Berlin. It was on that show that I first heard "Dancing in Berlin" and I thought that was the coolest thing I ever heard. Unfortunately, that was the last time I heard it. Like 18 years ago. Sigh.

Imagine my surprise in Anaheim. Terri proclaims "...we've had a lot of requests" and lo! "Dancing in Berlin", live!

Get rid of that Donna Summer stuff; If you wan't to see a dance floor hop, you had to see it Monday night! "Dancing in Berlin" tore up the joint! I'm sorry - Oh, yes, I will have another drink. Thank you.

All right - It's almost midnight! and the shimmery satin goddess proclaims "we're all going to get some "SEX"! Countdown to midnight, courtesy of ScottO's atomic clock. Pop! there goes the champagne! Champagne and kisses - ooh, that Paul! and there goes Mitch - "Sex" and then Terri...well, you know the words. Ok, lights out. Man the floor is bouncing, the air is pounding, the applause is deafening. I can't hear the waitress, but she gets my drinks, anyhow. Ahhh, the encore! Depeche Mode cover - very cool. Shows over? OK, just one more round. Thank you.

Hey, I get to go backstage now! I finally meet morris53, aka Anthony. Fabulous pictures. Nice guy, too. And there's poor Scotto. He sounds like doggy poo. He's worked so hard and now he don't feel good. awww. He's going back to go to sleep. Nitey-night, Scotto. And thanks. The Real Mr. Terri Nunn. Hi Paul - you don't mind if I kiss your wife, do you? It's New Years Eve, right?!? Hey, Terri's mom is here. She looks great. And Mitch is here. I can't imagine bouncing around in those boots! And Linda is sooo nice. Chris is so shy. No wonder he hides behind the drums. And a pleasure to meet you, Sasha. "We just learned "Dancing in Berlin", I didn't know the song before." Man, I feel so old. Oh, champagne, Thank you.

Then I get to meet Terri. 2 hours on stage and she smells good! Oh, my eyes. Oh, my dang wife is here. My wife is always yelling about me for bringing up useless trivia that nobody understands. So I proceed to tell Terri my Richard Blade story that I related above. Terri remembers the show and tells me the name of the show and the TV channel! Terri remembers! Of course that Richard Blade guy did propose to Terri. And who could blame him?

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait for a cab. Back to the hotel and .... goodnight!

And Happy New Year!