Saturday, January 22, 2005
Wise Up, Phoenix!!
So, Margaritaville has announced a Phoenix show for April 12. Man, it seems like forever since the Reefers hit Phoenix. I've never really understood why....maybe it was just impossible for whatever reason......because there is certainly no problem filling up the venue. Don't get me wrong - it's been great hitting the road to catch some shows! We did Dallas in 2003 and 2004, and the MGM Grand last October. That 2003 Dallas trip was special, man. It was out there at the fairgrounds, that Smirnoff whatchamacallit in the shadow of the Cotton Bowl, and lemme tell you - those Lone Star Parrotheads know how to get down with their bad tropical selves! These killbuzzes out here in Phoenix won't even let us into the parking lot until just before show time, but Dallas; they got a different kind of outlook there. Those Parrotheads looked like they had set up camp for a week! Here in Phoenix, the powers that be don't even want us walking around in the parking lot with our adult beverages. Dallas? It's like a misdemeanor if you're caught wandering around without alcohol. Hell, I saw entire boatloads of beer there (no, not figuratively, I mean real, actual boats filled with ice and beer). The Captains and Crews of those fine vessels were more than happy to share in their bounty, too, with anyone passing by. Not only do they start early out there, they stay late, baby. In Phoenix, security is buzzing around the parking lot, running everyone off about an hour after the show. Now there's some wisdom. Take like, 10,000 drunks, and force all of them to un-ass their lawn chairs and hit the freeways. Dallas' philosophy seems to be "sleep it off, kids, and stay the hell off our public roads in the meantime."
So, I guess that's the point of today's ramble: Phoenix and the Cricket Pavilion need to take some money down to the flea market and see if they can buy a clue. Parrotheads are some of the finest, most caring, giving, and charitable people you'll ever know. So, give us a break already. We're going to "party with a purpose," have a great time, hurt no one or nothing except a few gazillion brain cells, and go on back to our productive lives. We're not a bunch of brain dead ex-hippies....well, OK, some of us are......but mostly we're doctors and lawyers and sales people and engineers and mechanics and insurance professionals and bankers and, and, and well.... you get it. We're the good guys. Open those gates at noon.
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So, I guess that's the point of today's ramble: Phoenix and the Cricket Pavilion need to take some money down to the flea market and see if they can buy a clue. Parrotheads are some of the finest, most caring, giving, and charitable people you'll ever know. So, give us a break already. We're going to "party with a purpose," have a great time, hurt no one or nothing except a few gazillion brain cells, and go on back to our productive lives. We're not a bunch of brain dead ex-hippies....well, OK, some of us are......but mostly we're doctors and lawyers and sales people and engineers and mechanics and insurance professionals and bankers and, and, and well.... you get it. We're the good guys. Open those gates at noon.
