Now, here's the dork in me. I was debating between going to see OK Go or Ace Frehley in November. OK Go is obviously the far better band, but my brother and I would've had a good time at Ace's show with all the Guitar Center rejects and KISS Army cast-offs. But OK Go is on a Friday night, and Ace a Wednesday. So, what to do?
Go see Styx and REO Speedwagon instead. Why? Because it's a Saturday night, it's in Youngstown (closer to us than Cleveland and easier to navigate) and because friggin' Night Ranger is opening. Styx, REO and Night Ranger? That's, like, my girlie rock dream show. Years of teen angst wrapped up into a night of goofy '70s prog and crappy (but lovable) '80s power ballads. Yes, I will take my wife to that show, and we shall hold a fist in the air as the bands sing about the plight of the blue collar man trying to find love.
Know where you can still rock? In America!
Life calls timeout to debate what to do here, punt or try the 51 yard field goal.
Life's ball. 4th and 4 at my 34.
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