As far as I'm concerned, Tom Waits hasn't written a song as good as The Babys' "Isn't It Time" (assuming John Waite wrote it.

not only did john waite not write it but nobody in the band wrote it either. i had not heard this song until today after reading that it is better than all tom waits songs. i disagree with this assessment.

Angus Jung wrote:

DefinitelyNOTtheSWEDE wrote:Willfully attending Rush concerts.
Nine of them.

Yeah, as in 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Rush concerts.


The thing that gets me is that they were pretty much shitty concerts every time... no unique experiences really from any of them... But we were such fans we had to go. All of this sober as well, no drugs or drink. Just nerdyness, awful, suburban, middle-to-Highschool nerdyness.

Oh, but once Neil fucked up a change drastically in "Freewill", at which point I recall exclaiming to my friends "He's not a machine, He's a man!". That seems to be the extent of any sort of variation from show to show.

God Help me.

Pants.

Indeed.

I deserved that.

DefinitelyNOTtheSWEDE wrote:Willfully attending Rush concerts...

The thing that gets me is that they were pretty much shitty concerts every time... no unique experiences really from any of them...

I too attended a few Rush concerts when I was in high school. The most memorable was at The Mecca in Milwaukee. It wasn’t Rush that was memorable, but this:

Just before the show started, lights still on, a dorky teen was walking down the main aisle towards the front of the stage. He was moving swiftly and had a panicked, greenish look about him. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and put his right hand over his mouth. He then began puking. Very violently. So much so that the puke projected through his fingers and sprayed fountain-like in 4 distinct streams onto everyone in his immediate vicinity.

When i was sixteen and just starting to play bass, I took to hanging it up really high like jaco pastorius. However I didn't realise that brings the bass really close to your face as you are taking it off, and gave myself a black eye.

When I was fourteen, I stayed up until 5am one night painting a Sisters of Mercy logo on the back of my leather jacket. I had dropped some acid and was super into the painting, getting everything just right with my teeny-tiny brush. Unfortunately, my LSD-aided micro-focus didn't allow me to notice I had painted "Sisters of Mery". Thankfully, I had my brother and about 82 people point it out to me at school a day later.

itchy mcgoo wrote:When I was fourteen, I stayed up until 5am one night painting a Sisters of Mercy logo on the back of my leather jacket. I had dropped some acid and was super into the painting, getting everything just right with my teeny-tiny brush. Unfortunately, my LSD-aided micro-focus didn't allow me to notice I had painted "Sisters of Mery". Thankfully, I had my brother and about 82 people point it out to me at school a day later.

A friend one had his arm tattooed with the famous quote, "In the begining..." <sic>.

itchy mcgoo wrote:When I was fourteen, I stayed up until 5am one night painting a Sisters of Mercy logo on the back of my leather jacket. I had dropped some acid and was super into the painting, getting everything just right with my teeny-tiny brush. Unfortunately, my LSD-aided micro-focus didn't allow me to notice I had painted "Sisters of Mery". Thankfully, I had my brother and about 82 people point it out to me at school a day later.

The dudes in the pagan-folk combo that I sit in with sometimes played me a Sisters Of Mercy cover that Lambchop did. Man, it is good. I bet others have heard this. "Gimme the ring."

They played me the original too. I had literally never heard any music by the Sisters Of Mercy. Good times!

rocker654 wrote:Props to the Babys. The first band to be referred to as a "punk band" on the Mike Douglas show.

I saw The Babys open for Alice Cooper in early '79, and they were waaaay better than anybody had a right to think they'd be. Totally rockin' live and, as I recall, very generous with the strobe light.

DrAwkward wrote:
I spent around $200 on a class ring, only to have comedy/tragedy masks (for "theater" supposedly)

Me too!



I can't believe I'm actually going to tell this story:

In high school I was on my way to see Bon Jovi with Cinderella supporting. To mark the occasion I was rocking the cheesy glam-inspired cowboy boots and a pair of seriously distressed Levi 501's. My mom told me there was no way she was going to let me leave the house looking like that. We ended up getting into a massive fight that ended with her kicking me out of the house. All in the name of rock was my mantra.

I go to the show with my friends and we have a great time. (I really can't believe I'm telling this story.) Jon Bon Jovi flies out over the audience on a wire and perches himself on a platform. Surveying the crowd, his gaze meets my gaze and he gives me the thumbs-up gesture. Man, I was stoked, and, I swear to God I wasn't a huge Bon Jovi fan. Anyway, the concert ends and I go home. My mom and I hug and make-up. She asks me about the show. I tell her about JBJ flying out over the audience and him giving me the thumbs-up gesture, (he noticed me, mama!). She laughed at me. Hard. She then proceeds to tell my older brother this pathetic tale and he laughs even harder. I was mortified. The enitre summer was spent with my mom giving me the thumbs-up.

Salut, mama!