This is the nickname a co-worker of mine gave Tom Petty's back up band.
I saw
Trey Anastasio,
Tom Petty and surprise guest
Stevie Nicks last night at the Tweeter Center. Great concert. The hits were played.
Stevie had a tambourine solo. (I am not making that up. I didn't even know that there was such a thing (I mean, I suppose there is, by you know... how often do you see one in real life).
The drunken high school and college students were annoying, but entertaining. One kid, who was obviously on something, was tossing clumps of grass up into the air and trying to catch them on his tongue. Some BU frat guys got rather unruly while in line next to me for beer (hint- don't act like assholes while yelling the name of your school). I was very tempted to tell them their behavior is the reason they probably didn't get laid enough.
When the concert was over my friend and I realized that we were faced with every concertgoer's worst nightmare.
We lost the car. In our pre-concert excitement, neither of us caught a glimpse of what parking lot we were in (the Tweeter Center has 17 in total). This lead to much aimless wandering while looking for a small sports car lost amid a sea of SUV's. Eventually we found it. Now I have an idea of what my people went through
wandering in the desert for 40 years.
I got home at like 2 a.m. And then got up at 7 a.m. and went to work.