Upon my return to LA this past holiday season, I connected in Minneapolis. When I was boarding the plane, I noticed that I was behind some aging (ahem) rocker types. They were being loud and it was known to everyone within earshot that they were on tour. Ohh-kaaay. Mind you, they were small cities. Green Bay on New Year's Eve. I heard them say their seat number and noticed they were in my row. BACK WITH THE CATTLE. I don't fly big, kids. Coach it is for this little munchkin and that is A-okay with me. Well, I wouldn't turn a first class seat down I suppose.
I'll give you a clue as to who these aging rockers were...
They were very nice and revealed their identity at the end of the flight when some 16 year old kid asked who they were. Their response? "Kid, we had a hit when your father was in high school." Pretty much.
Here is a photo of the band back in the day.
Hot pants, right?
Give up? It was Warrant. Said hit: "Cherry Pie". EVERYONE knows that tune and it's a juke box staple. Period. Bad ass. And pretty funny. But not nearly as good as Feeg's Poison story.