Yea, so I am stoked

So who has used the word stoked in the last 20 years? Well, I do and I am. I never stopped saying it, I am old school like that. I bought tickets to a concert.

Concerts were a huge part of mine and Mr. Vixen’s lives through our teenage years. We came of age during the Day on the Green era. Never heard of it? It was a concert held on the football field at the Oakland Raiders home field, back when they were in Oakland. (You know, pre-Traitor era.) Each Saturday concert had five, yes I said five, bands at each concert for a ticket price of $15. For example, the last one we attended was XXXXX (can’t remember pre-opening band that made no impression on me…maybe it was Rush?), Pat Travers (Go For What You Know, yesssss), Santana, Black Sabbath, and Blue Oyster Cult. We have seen all the hard ones and the soft ones. Ted Nugent, Foreigner, Cheap Trick, AC/DC, Eddie Money, Rick Deringer, The Outlaws, The Doobie Brothers, Van Halen, Eddie Money, Aerosmith, Queen and on and on.

We took my little brother to his first concert (AC/DC Back In Black, awesome). We took my little sister to her first concert (let us not go there). So stop, don’t twist my arm like that, alright….it was Rick Springfield. Hell, he was on General Hospital at the time and he was HOT. And my Mom would not let me take her to anything else. A few years later tho, it was Guns ‘n Roses with her and her BFF – still not hard core, but harder than Dr. Drake. Jeez, how does 25 years just go ***poof***?

As we got older and had kids, concerts got very scarce. They were expensive. We had to pick and choose, or get the tickets as gifts. I saw Neil Diamond with my mom, we both saw John Denver (rest in peace) because my sister bought us me tickets for my birthday. We tried and tried to get to an Eagles tickets. The Hell Freezes Over tour had me trying to sell a small child so I wouldn’t miss them again. But I lived in Utah where there are way, way, way too many kids already and no one bought.

Finally, two years ago, the Eagles got back together. And I got tickets. It was hard. Still no money. And add to the mix that we somehow raised a son who was an abomination amongst his peers. He is a natural and gifted talent at the guitar. He not only taught himself to play, but he is good and writes his own music. When he and I skipped school/work to see Once Upon A Time In Mexico, we were home about an hour before he came down with his classico guitar (one of three he owned at the time) and played the awesome song from the movie. He had just “learned” it by listening. Oh, and did I mention he is really gifted? He was asked to be in bands when he was only 12-13 years old. Yet, the boy is an introvert. And the live music scene was not for him. But that does not take away his musical prowess. Although neither Mr. Vixen nor I have a lick of musical talent between us, he is so talented. Yet, still, he blames us for making him a freak. He knows all the old bands inside and out. In fact, I think he knows them better than us. His friends are confused when he whips out Pink Floyd and Boston. When he knows the words to every Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, and Moody Blues song ever. But he is also thankful, because, man, he loves him some “classical rock”, as he calls it.

So, to the stoked part….I scored us (as in me, Mr. Vixen, MacDougal and his fiance (thus my point about killing myself financially by raising a kid like him) TICKETS TO STEVE MILLER BAND. Yes, I know I could have bought tickets for myself and Mr. V, but I would never have been forgiven. Let us just go back two years… when I actually scored tickets to the GREATEST, GREATEST BAND EVER, The Eagles. Yes I finally got tickets. I had to sit and hit refresh 87 trillion times between 9:59 and 10:00 am so it would not sell out. And it was close. And you have two minutes once you grab your seats to purchase them before they go back on the market. And yes, I stopped in the middle of my purchase and called the boy and said….”Would it be ok, since I can’t really afford it otherwise, if I went and saw the GREATEST BAND EVER with your Dad and not take you?” To which he replied….”I will commit suicide if you go without me.” And so I bought three tickets.

So when our second fave band (not favorite like most talented, but more like they ARE the soundtrack to our life because their music was always playing while we were camping) came to town, I bought four tickets. And it set me back a very, very pretty penny. But it is worth it. The question is……how do I concentrate on life between now and October 5th?


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Thursday 13 #6


  1. marmagoo

    I’m a tard. Who are you going to see? I can’t believe how expensive tickets have gotten to be. I remember back in the day when you could get great seat for $20.00 each.

  2. vixensden

    Come on Mar, you know Steve Miller Band….

    Go On Take The Money And Run

    The Joker (Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
    Some call me the gangster of love
    Some people call me maurice
    Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

    People talk about me, baby
    Say Im doin you wrong, doin you wrong
    Well, dont you worry baby
    Dont worry
    Cause Im right here, right here, right here, right here at home

    Cause Im a picker
    Im a grinner
    Im a lover
    And Im a sinner
    I play my music in the sun

    Im a joker
    Im a smoker
    Im a midnight toker
    I sure dont want to hurt no one)

    AND MORE…you poor baby, you are too young? How sad.

  3. vixensden

    Oh and PS….

    The tickets cost 3.83 times more each than $20


  4. Mar

    I know the Steve Miller Band! Hubs tells me he wants to shake my peaches all the time lol! I just wasn’t sure which of the 2 you were going to see.

  5. vixensden

    My husband sings that same line to me! What is it with them guys?

  6. There’s nothing like the anticipation of a good show!

  7. Marlee

    I think they are all just seperated at birth.

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