Last night I saw Green Day at the Forum, with Becka. As always, they put on a show that was fantastic...energetic, exhausting and off the hook! The last show of the tour, and they did NOT dissappoint!As we stood there and the band broke out riffs from Van Halen, Led Zepplin and others, I looked around the very haunted walls of this venue I've been frequenting since I was 12. (This coupled with the news that Robert Plant turned 61 this week had me really introspective). Who have I not seen there? And more to the point, I'm so glad these walls can't talk! The 70's and early 80's were fun: life was easier before Ticketmaster...(it helped to go to school 5 min from the Forum)befriend the security at the Forum, get the #1 and #2 spots to buy tix; flirt with the security...get back stage.
I survived. I tell some stories...I keep most in the black hole of information that need not be shared. But the things that happened at the Forum, and often on the Strip are the things that shaped my love of live music... and so many other things about me. I was never Pamela DesBarres (and she's much older), but we knew the same people and ran in the same crowds for a while. I outgrew it. I can look back and smile, to myself, remembering a different time and a not so different girl.
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