GW#3 - p12 (10)

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Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck.

Ok, so my daddy gave me a free ticket to see the Rolling Stones in San Antonio a while back. Now, I knew they were gonna suck, but I didn't realize how sad it was gonna make me.

Two of my dearest friends went with me- the poor saps actually paid for their tickets- and when we got there (even after days of speculation and anticipation of a sick spectacle) our mouths fell open in sheer disgust. There were thousands of people there who had paid $62 each to see this once- great band suck.

We sat with my pop and his friends, which turned out pretty well, since whoever else we would have sat next to probably would have strangled us for our lack of enthusiasm. Not that Dad was particularly pleased with our group cynicism, but I'm his kid, so he has to love me and all.

So anyway, somewhere lurking in the back of my mind was the faintest hope that the Stones would actually put on a decent show and maybe play some old shit like, say, "Stupid Girl" or something. Of course they didn't. The show sucked hard. They mostly played their new crap and some old stuff which peaked at the level of, oh, "Beast of Burden." Aack!!

The two highlights for me were when the great plumes of red flame shot from various parts of the set (instilling hope in our hearts that we might get to witness a Michael Jackson/Pepsi-type incident) and running into Bill Jeffery

[image from a toothbrush package reading, "Replaceable Heads ...Ecologically Correct!"]

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