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THE GIG
(Written for the "Oldies But Goodies" competition)
Inspired by "More Than A Feeling" by Boston
My sweat drenched shirt
sticks to my body like new skin
I’m so tired
deafening chants of “WE WANT MORE!!”
shake Madison Square Garden
filled to capacity with frenzied fans
though running on fumes
we saunter back on stage
for our third encore
I shout into the mic
“WE LOVE YOU NEW YORK!
and baby that’s more than a feeling”
the bassist rolls his eyes and laughs at me
the other band members crack up as well
the crowd goes absolutely wild
when the acoustic guitar plays the intro
I’m on fire as my fingers work the fret board,
of my Les Paul,
like a maniac
I can do no wrong playing the bitch’in lead
so pumped I run the length of the stage,
littered with flowers, stuffed animals
panties and a bra or two
touching the hands of the pretty young ladies as I go
their tear stained faces beaming
I look down and wink
playing a solo from my knees
I am frick’in awesome
jumping up on the drum stand
as we rock the finale
launching myself to the stage
strumming the last note
The needle pops
while skating across the end of the 45
the toner arm clicks
lifting and returning to the rest
exhausted but happy
I collapse on my bed
the tennis racket falls to the floor
there’s a loud knock on my dressing room door
“what are you doing in there rock star I mean doofus...
It’s time for dinner...
did’nt you hear me call like 50 times…
what are you deaf or something?”
It’s a hard life on tour
but it beats homework
Inspired by "More Than A Feeling" by Boston
My sweat drenched shirt
sticks to my body like new skin
I’m so tired
deafening chants of “WE WANT MORE!!”
shake Madison Square Garden
filled to capacity with frenzied fans
though running on fumes
we saunter back on stage
for our third encore
I shout into the mic
“WE LOVE YOU NEW YORK!
and baby that’s more than a feeling”
the bassist rolls his eyes and laughs at me
the other band members crack up as well
the crowd goes absolutely wild
when the acoustic guitar plays the intro
I’m on fire as my fingers work the fret board,
of my Les Paul,
like a maniac
I can do no wrong playing the bitch’in lead
so pumped I run the length of the stage,
littered with flowers, stuffed animals
panties and a bra or two
touching the hands of the pretty young ladies as I go
their tear stained faces beaming
I look down and wink
playing a solo from my knees
I am frick’in awesome
jumping up on the drum stand
as we rock the finale
launching myself to the stage
strumming the last note
The needle pops
while skating across the end of the 45
the toner arm clicks
lifting and returning to the rest
exhausted but happy
I collapse on my bed
the tennis racket falls to the floor
there’s a loud knock on my dressing room door
“what are you doing in there rock star I mean doofus...
It’s time for dinner...
did’nt you hear me call like 50 times…
what are you deaf or something?”
It’s a hard life on tour
but it beats homework
Published 18th Aug 2015
| Edited 12th Nov 2015
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18th Aug 2015 10:36pm
A perfect rock 'n' roll fantasy! I like Boston well enough, but I had to leave one of their concerts early because of the sheer decibels. Of course this was at the L.A. Coliseum, with its acoustically defiant walls of concrete, so what did I expect? Left me dazed and confused...
18th Aug 2015 10:48pm
Thank you Crow! I've never seen Boston. I think the Eagles were the only band I ever saw indoors at the Cow Palace in South SF. It was the Long Run tour and it was awesome.
19th Aug 2015 6:21pm
riiiiiiight so lil ol me had to consult google about this boston deal ltm
damn cool write amico mio
damn cool write amico mio
19th Aug 2015 7:35pm
They're wicked cool! Thank you for reading ma jolie amie...I appreciate so much your friendship and support.
Anonymous
21st Aug 2015 6:27pm
ah the '80s, everything was big lol
This is a cool blast from the past GW, you captured it pretty well :) Good luck in the comp!
This is a cool blast from the past GW, you captured it pretty well :) Good luck in the comp!
21st Aug 2015 10:39pm
Thank you Vee. I spent many and afternoon playing my tennis racket to Boston, The Eagles, Styx, Kansas etc.
24th Aug 2015 9:13pm
Had to smile at the inclusion of 45! Your set up for the transition to reality and the bedroom was terrific. Totally took me back to the days before the real guitar lessons; in my case it was a baseball bat.
24th Aug 2015 9:18pm
Thank you JazzManor! That makes me feel good to hear you had your air guitar moments as well. A broom too works well. Thank you for your words of encouragement.
12th Nov 2015 1:45pm
I freakin luv this...VERY VERY IMAGINATIVE VERY ORIGINAL!!!!...so intense..and the detail..you nailed it!!!...the ending had me laughing out loud..hahaaa...great presentation through and through GW..much respect!!!
12th Nov 2015 5:03pm
Thank you so much, Naajir! This is high praise coming from a poetry master. I had a lot of fun recalling my air-guitar gigs of yesteryear. I am stoked by your comment, encouraged to write more and more.
21st Mar 2016 11:05pm
21st Mar 2016 11:23pm
Thank you 2b2b2! I had a blast writing this one. That tennis racket played a lot of awesome licks...and damn it if it always was in tune :)
