Oh, here I am. I just wanted to get a little caught up here and tell you a story from this past weekend. Rekindling fond memories of San Diago days of old, and all of those awesome whale vagina weekends, I went with some friends on the Right Coast to see Dave Wakeling. Actually, the show was billed as "The English Beat." Now, you've got to hand it to Dave for carrying the flag all of these years or at least milking the brand, but it dawned on me how truly rediculous this show was. Dave Wakeling was the only original member and not only had he gained about 100 pounds, after apparently giving up on his generous contributions to Colombian drug lords, but not a single member looked anything like the two-tone ska era. He had a bunch of rasta-looking 20-somethings playing all of his covers, even mixing in some old reggae tunes. Not a bad show musically, but I also realized that most of the middle-aged yuppy crowd thought this was a revival show. I had a guy even offer to pay almost $100 for my extra ticket since it was a sold out show. Tickets were $32 which is frankly rediculous. I mean, hell, I could see Molly Hatchet for $12 and I might even see boobies at that show. It pains me to write this review because the English Beat was one of my favorite bands in the 80's, but Dave needs to rethink his marketing. If he were to do a revival show, I think he could sell out all over the country, particularly if they did all of the merchandising right. The best t-shirt they had looked like something made on a computer press-on and they wanted $20. Remember kids, when it comes to drugs, just say blow. Thanks for nothing Dave.
Oh yeah and my friend bashed his girlfriend's head in at the show too, which was pure drama. At least I made friends with the head of security.
