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Mar. 8th, 2005 09:47 amI just looked at the bios on the Hung Dynasty page, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atillathehung's bio cites an Arizona Republic concert review he did that made it to Black Sabbath's own website. That concert was kind of a nexus in my life.
As a backstory, in 1996, Alice Cooper was opening for the Scorpions, and I just had to see it. I ended up going with a friend named Larry, who ran a Monty Python-themed BBS a few years earlier, and was one of those guys who had so many stories to tell, you didn't know whether he was an incredible jack-of-all-trades or a premiere bullshit artist. At the concert, Larry met his second wife. He didn't have a pen, but he recorded her phone number by tearing notches in a dollar bill in a system similar to Roman numerals.
In 1998,jecook got me the tickets for New Year's Evil, to see Black Sabbath reunite. I had dreamed of that day for years. The first CD I ever bought was "I Sold My Soul for Rock and Roll," which prompted me to start buying all the original line-up's albums one by one. There, we met up with Larry, who arranged to take jecook shooting sometime after that.
About a year later, Larry would groomjecook for a position that he would supervise at GlobalCrossing where he made more money than ever, as well as experience, and frequent flyer miles. It was also the most frustrating job he ever had, as it involved being awakened at 3am, by Larry, to fly out to somewhere to do work that a local tech could have done instead, if they were allowed to. By the time he got laid off, their friendship was over.
Interesting things happen at concerts.
atillathehung's bio cites an Arizona Republic concert review he did that made it to Black Sabbath's own website. That concert was kind of a nexus in my life. As a backstory, in 1996, Alice Cooper was opening for the Scorpions, and I just had to see it. I ended up going with a friend named Larry, who ran a Monty Python-themed BBS a few years earlier, and was one of those guys who had so many stories to tell, you didn't know whether he was an incredible jack-of-all-trades or a premiere bullshit artist. At the concert, Larry met his second wife. He didn't have a pen, but he recorded her phone number by tearing notches in a dollar bill in a system similar to Roman numerals.
In 1998,
jecook got me the tickets for New Year's Evil, to see Black Sabbath reunite. I had dreamed of that day for years. The first CD I ever bought was "I Sold My Soul for Rock and Roll," which prompted me to start buying all the original line-up's albums one by one. There, we met up with Larry, who arranged to take jecook shooting sometime after that.About a year later, Larry would groom
jecook for a position that he would supervise at GlobalCrossing where he made more money than ever, as well as experience, and frequent flyer miles. It was also the most frustrating job he ever had, as it involved being awakened at 3am, by Larry, to fly out to somewhere to do work that a local tech could have done instead, if they were allowed to. By the time he got laid off, their friendship was over.Interesting things happen at concerts.
