Backstage with Baldy
Birmingham – November 13th
There were three guys in the very back of the venue, in the balcony, in the last row.
That was about as far away as you could get and still be in the Birmingham’s O2 Academy.
Why am I mentioning those guys?
Because they looked to be in their mid to late 40’s, possibly 50’s, they had their shirts off, and they were going pretty nuts.
Occasionally there will be little pockets of enthusiastic people up in the balcony, but for the most part people tend to just sit and watch up there, so seeing some middle aged dudes going crazy as if they were in the front row was cool.
As this band has aged, so has the median age of their fan base.
It’s always nice to see younger people and even kids at the shows, but I would guess that the core of their fan base is about the same age as the band, maybe a bit younger.
And it’s fun to see these people letting loose and going nuts at the shows.
Over the years I’ve written about the show and the fans so much that the well has basically run dry, but at the end of the day, this is why we’re all here; the band, the songs, the live show, and the people that come out to see it.
Birmingham was another great example of that.
So with that being said, let’s talk about the flip side of the excitement of the live show.
We generally have some pretty good laughs on the bus, but for a while there, the drive from Birmingham to Glasgow was a case study in boredom.
Duff joined us for the drive, and he’s always a source of good conversation and a few laughs, but oh my God, the first 30 minutes were sheer, mind-numbing dullness.
That’s because Sean, Jerry, Duff, & Chuck engaged in an overly long conversation about stocks and investments.
I sat next to them on the couch in the front lounge staring blankly out the window as they blathered on about portfolios, and returns, and products, and blah blah blah.
Maybe its because I’m in a different tax bracket and my idea of an investment is taking 40 dollars out of an ATM and investing it in my gas tank.
Or maybe it’s just because annuities and rates and fiduciary proxies interest me about as much as toenail clippings.
I know that these guys have made some money over the years, and they’ve worked hard for what they have. I don’t begrudge them that.
It’s just that if I’m on a tour bus with Sean & Jerry & Duff, I’d like to hear some stories that revolve around groupies and booze and music and vomit.
I don’t think that’s asking too much.
I was just beginning to fade out and die of boredom when the conversation miraculously shifted over to the recording of Appetite For Destruction and Facelift.
The clouds parted and my spirit was infused with stories I could actually relate to and take interest in.
I was so happy for the conversational shift that I nearly took my shirt off and started screaming like the guys in the balcony.
Instead I just sat back and listened as Jerry recounted meeting with a big name producer who passed on working with the band on their first record because he “Just didn’t hear it”.
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