That’s Right, I’m With The (Hair) Band

So the good news first:

I did not get arrested for assault. Nor did I hump any legs. I didn’t cry or scream. I held it together. *proud*

Our group, pre-headbanging craziness.

So we watched the LA Guns portion of the concert (which was nothing short of spectacular!) and then headed backstage.


We hung out in this huge banquet room and drank some beers and talked. Just chatted. HAD A CHAT with Phil effing Lewis. I sat quietly and stared, attempting to drink my beer (the beer Phil Lewis brought me. ME! Phil Lewis bought ME a beer!) and not act like a crazed teenager.

Me, post head-banging craziness. I sweat like a man.

You don't realize how difficult it is to drink when your chin is on the floor. I wouldn’t advise it. I listened while he and our friend caught up, talked about the old days and reminisced about their work together. /mindblown

Then Phil says: You wanna go up and watch Skid from the stage?

I choked on my beer.

After I regained used of my lungs, the group of us walks up the stairs to the back of the stage.
And here’s where the bad news kicks in.

I looked all over the stage. Singing at the top of my lungs and trying not to panic. Where was he?!


Sebastian Bach was not there.

I tried not to over react. I tried not to cry or whine. I looked at hubs who saw it coming and immediately started patting my back and putting the “shh” finger to my quivering lips.

I sucked it up. I still love their music and seeing the rest of the band was still awesome.

Filling in was Johnny Solinger. The good thing is that he –sounded- very good. So good that until I laid eyes on him I thought he –was- Sebastian.

My heart was a bit broken.

That is until a security guard tried to tell me I couldn’t be there. Guess what happened?! GUESS!

Phil Lewis turned around and said “She’s cool. She’s with me.” /faint

I’m with Phil. Phil Lewis. That’s right, I’m with the band.

So end the end my mind was reeling, my bangs were melted and my little 80’s lovin’ heart barely escaped attack. I have pictures, autographs and an authentic SET LIST. That’s right-I have THE set list that was taped to the stage. OH. MAH.GAWD.

Phil (I can call him that that now, cause, you know- were tight and all) says when they are close again, we are welcome. That means I’ll have another chance to hang out with him and another chance to meet more 80’s hair.

I’ll keep you posted.