It sucks getting old. Just an hour ago I was training our new Intern Laura, a 19 year old chick who looks and dresses like a Tom Boy. She came in wash the cars so she wasn't showing up in Church clothes. Amen. So the elder talk host of the A. M. station walks out and asks "IS THAT YOUR SON?" He then proceeded to kick me in the balls, sleep with my girlfriend and, blow up my house. Laura the Intern wasn't insulted. ME at one month before I turn 32 was HIGHLY insulted. SON????? 19 YEARS OLD??????
So I know how Scott Weiland must have felt when he limped out onto the stage at the Susqehana back on Sunday and huffed through a version of Vasoline that sounded like it was dipped in quicksand and strapped to the shell of a turtle pumped on Valium. The first three songs were a little off and it wasn't all Weiland's fault. I'm pretty sure it was the DeLeo brothers on stage but they played like a 19 year old cover band that I might be the father of. The middle of the set list came together so Sour Girl and Plush and the new songs sounded great. Sex Type Thing was an encore and I can't tell you what it sounded like because I was too busy losing my mind as Jerry Mother F@CKING Cantrell from Alice In Chains came out to blaze the solo. Some kid was pulled from the audience to sing the beginning of Dead and Bloated. I hate that kid. He's my idol. Tripping On A Hole In A Paper Heart was the last song and fell apart as badly as VAsoline did. The versus were good, but those pesky kids in my cover band seemed to forget the chord changes into the chorus and made Weiland's slightly off key singing sound a lot worse than it really was. Look, a bad STP concert is a F*&%ing awesome show. It just sucks not being able to rock like your 22 anymore.....or look like your 32
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