I purposely arrived late to this concert at the Mitchell
Pavilion in The Woodlands to miss Motley
Crue but not late enough and still the band play too long. Their guitar riffs were amateurish
and the singing was laced with excessive vulgarity. Rock and vulgarity can work when
it's done right but this was on the level of a 10 year old
boy trying to impress his peers. About 30 minutes of the concert was filler with
gibberish rap or something akin to it. It was as moronic as it came when lead singer Vince Neil lead the crowd in an insipid reply :
When I say Fuck, you say You
Fuck
You
Fuck
You
I can't begrude them though because this type of performance has made them millions since the 1980's. Whatever works I guess.
In contrast, KISS gave the crowd a
solid hard rock performance albeit short. Probably because they were
playing in Dallas the next night. They opened with Detroit Rock City and closed with Rock and Roll All Night and Party Every Day. Very little vulgarity and great guitar
solos. Just the great rock and roll
showmanship that you'd expect from Gene Simmons and the band. I
noticed a generational difference in the crowd when KISS played. The thousands
of boomers stood up and rocked and the teenagers sat disinterested in the very back of the lawn to get
high with their backs to the band.
I really love you baby
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay
No place for hidin' baby
No place to go
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
You can't forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat
No place for hidin' baby
No place to go
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love)
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay
No place for hidin' baby
No place to go
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
You can't forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat
No place for hidin' baby
No place to go
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love)
Rock On!
