Post by whistler on Apr 7, 2002 11:31:33 GMT -5
The alarm went off at six o’clock in the morning. Although I was tired from only getting one and a half hours of sleep, the whole night before, I was happy to get started on my journey. Luckily, the night before at a 12 step table, I heard someone talking about going to the airport at 7:30AM. When my alarm woke me I called her to tell her that perhaps it may be best for her to leave earlier than 7:30 , because of rush hour. Without hesitation... she said, “Can you be ready in twenty minutes?” Of course with my ego, I asked her how come she isn’t here yet to pick me up.
Fifteen minutes later, I was outside waiting for her. Within a minute she arrived and we were off; down I-69, which starts two blocks from my apartment. The weather? Fairly brisk--in the twenties, nice day. I know that as long as it stays under 30 degrees, that I’m not going to get too wet. I saw six or eight cars smashed up at the Marysville overpass. Then she drove only 50 miles an hour for the next 30 miles or so. Saw another dozen or so smashed up cars on the I-696 overpass. The traffic really surprised me, insofar as, no stop and go. At about 7:30 she let me out of the car on Woodward & I-94.
The weather was nice with the sun busting out and warming up the city for preparation of Opening Day. I had lots of time on my hands, now. Mitch wasn’t going on until 12:30, but I was going to make sure that I got a spot right up front center for the performance. I stopped at the Michigan Regional Council of Carpenter’s Headquarters, to take care of some... um... old coffee business, then took off to the State Theatre. I was surprised when I got there, because the doors were locked. The sign on the Marquee said Party at 7:00 AM. I went next door to the State Bar. Thank goodness coffee was on and ready. They also had some real nice Muffins, Mmm Mmm good. I was told that the doors into the Theatre wouldn’t be open until 9:00 o’clock. Then I went walking around town. Went to see if any tickets were available, and many seats were left. This was good to know, however, the gate I use needs no ticket from me. We’ll just call it The V-I-P Gate. Yes folks, not only was I blessed with the gift to whistle any note arrangement that cums to mind; but I also have the ego to back it up. I walked through Hockey Town, and the only difference between the people at Hockey town & The State Bar was..., well at least for what I notice is social class. I feel sorry for rich people who actually try to make the middle class & poor people know that their shit doesn’t stink. Lemme tell you folks, I’ve shit along side bums in the corridor and next to commodore’s in the yacht club. Shit is shit and it all stinks. Some people try to sugar coat their shit, but as soon as you remove the sugar coating, you still got shit.
When the doors were opened at the State, I was the first person in. One of the first things I did was write “Mitch Ryder Rawks,” on the mirrors in the restroom. Needless to say, it probably still has the writing on it. The first band didn’t go on until 11:00 in the morning. It was a local band from Dearborn Heights, called Bridge. It had quite a following. At least twenty five of it’s most dedicated friends/fans were on hand, singing along with the songs. This was the first time I heard the band and it was some pretty good rock & roll. I asked one of it’s fans who it was and he even told me about it's web site at bridgedetroit.com/ The band only played for less than an hour. We had about an hour to wait for Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels to go on, so I went back
outside.
Fifteen minutes later, I was outside waiting for her. Within a minute she arrived and we were off; down I-69, which starts two blocks from my apartment. The weather? Fairly brisk--in the twenties, nice day. I know that as long as it stays under 30 degrees, that I’m not going to get too wet. I saw six or eight cars smashed up at the Marysville overpass. Then she drove only 50 miles an hour for the next 30 miles or so. Saw another dozen or so smashed up cars on the I-696 overpass. The traffic really surprised me, insofar as, no stop and go. At about 7:30 she let me out of the car on Woodward & I-94.
The weather was nice with the sun busting out and warming up the city for preparation of Opening Day. I had lots of time on my hands, now. Mitch wasn’t going on until 12:30, but I was going to make sure that I got a spot right up front center for the performance. I stopped at the Michigan Regional Council of Carpenter’s Headquarters, to take care of some... um... old coffee business, then took off to the State Theatre. I was surprised when I got there, because the doors were locked. The sign on the Marquee said Party at 7:00 AM. I went next door to the State Bar. Thank goodness coffee was on and ready. They also had some real nice Muffins, Mmm Mmm good. I was told that the doors into the Theatre wouldn’t be open until 9:00 o’clock. Then I went walking around town. Went to see if any tickets were available, and many seats were left. This was good to know, however, the gate I use needs no ticket from me. We’ll just call it The V-I-P Gate. Yes folks, not only was I blessed with the gift to whistle any note arrangement that cums to mind; but I also have the ego to back it up. I walked through Hockey Town, and the only difference between the people at Hockey town & The State Bar was..., well at least for what I notice is social class. I feel sorry for rich people who actually try to make the middle class & poor people know that their shit doesn’t stink. Lemme tell you folks, I’ve shit along side bums in the corridor and next to commodore’s in the yacht club. Shit is shit and it all stinks. Some people try to sugar coat their shit, but as soon as you remove the sugar coating, you still got shit.
When the doors were opened at the State, I was the first person in. One of the first things I did was write “Mitch Ryder Rawks,” on the mirrors in the restroom. Needless to say, it probably still has the writing on it. The first band didn’t go on until 11:00 in the morning. It was a local band from Dearborn Heights, called Bridge. It had quite a following. At least twenty five of it’s most dedicated friends/fans were on hand, singing along with the songs. This was the first time I heard the band and it was some pretty good rock & roll. I asked one of it’s fans who it was and he even told me about it's web site at bridgedetroit.com/ The band only played for less than an hour. We had about an hour to wait for Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels to go on, so I went back
outside.