Monday, December 14, 2009
So my brother and I were on our way to another kick ass rock concert at the PNC Arts Center. We had already seen Poison three times prior, and I had seen Ratt in Albany the year before. But.. this time around RATT was performing with their original front man and rock & roll legend, Stephen Pearcy. Since I had the time, and the tickets would be free through Ratt's record company, it was a pure no brainer to go. Scott and I arrived a bit early. Instead of tailgating with a group of girls who we had quickly met while walking past of which one of them I had actually gone to a high school dance with many moons ago (uggh!), we headed straight to the will call pickup window. I provided my information to the guy at the window, and he passed on an envelope to me with what I thought just contained two tickets. But lo and behold, included in the envelope were two special passes which could maybe get us into the backstage area and hang with Ratt.. My brother and I were doing our best Wayne & Garth impersonations acting like major league egomaniacs showing off our prestigious passes while walking to and fro. But apparently, these passes didn't do much for us. We couldn't get into the VIP dining area to use the cleaner bathroom, and none of the crew could tell us anything except we were Stephen Pearcy's special guests and to wait around. Since we didn't want to miss the show, Scott and I hit our seats which were located about a few rows back from the stage so we could get our faces melted by Warren Demartini and the boys. We'd figure out how to use the passes after Ratt's performance since we really didn't care too much to see Poison.
So during Poison's set, Scott and I went roaming around to the backstage area to meet Stephen Pearcy. We were told to wait until after the show when the crowd would filter out. So Scott and I hung up near the snack area super excited about not only meeting RATT, but hoping to view the same debauchery Ratt was known for back in the 80's so we could really get an experience. The show ended, so we headed toward the stage area to wait where we were told to take seats while the road crew was sorting everything out. Lucky for us, sitting next to me was this cute girl who started chatting with us and speaking about her all girls tribute band to Motley Crue. Of course I was interested, so I kept asking her smart and snappy questions about her band, what songs they played live, and if they ever met their idols. I always say that listening to people talk about themselves and showing you are interested always leads to great things. While chatting, we heard that Stephen Pearcy and the rest of the band had already left, so our prestigious passes were going to get us nowhere. It might have been time to chalk up another disappointment, but our new friend with the name of Nikita Sixx (get it, Nikki sixx with breasts?) mentioned that she had gotten in touch with Rikki Rockett from Poison per a connection and had some extra passes because two girls in her band were last second no-shows. The gods had spoken, and finally we were going to experience a back stage brooha. We figured that we would get to meet the entire band, throw around the football with Bret Michaels, and check out hot rock chicks fawning for his attention. Not to be, as each member of the band had a separate room in which to meet the fans. Oh well, this was still going to be a moment we would never forget.