Theory Of A Dead Man came on next. Hmm. To me, they sound an awful lot like Nickleback. I keep waiting for my 'Rock star' song, and then I remembered - oh, yeah...These are the Santa Monica guys. I actually really like that song, but I have to be honest, I was happy as hell when they ended their set.
Sigh.
It was - The Crue!
He told us that he was horny as hell and asked if we all were, too.
(Ah, these mother daughters moments that I will never forget. Sniff)
He shared his jagermeister with the audience (ewww) and declared the city of Hamilton was now SLAMilton, cuz, he was, horny.
Tommy thanked us all for sharing our bitches with him (umm, you're welcome, I think??) and called us all MotherF#$%ers so many times that I lost count.
Vince Neil was - well, he was Vince Neil. He was incredible.
I was slightly shocked at the porn that was playing the screens. I mean, yeah, this is Motley Crue, but it was, ahem, weird to be sitting there with my daughter on one side of me and a sweet little eight year old boy rocking out on the other side of me while porn flashed on stage.
Mind you, I doubt very much that the boy even noticed the porn. It was his very first concert, he knew ALL of the lyrics to ALL of the songs and he was rocking out. I enjoyed him almost as much as the bands.