talk about heartbreakers. last teusday a friend of mine shane lee invited me to see tom petty with the strokes supporting, for free. who would pass that up? so i got off work at 5pm and we hauled down to hollywood. i was sort of thinking we were "getting in", shanes sister donya mentioned some poeple we were to meet down there, so i thought it was all set. so we call these dudes and realize they are figuring out how to sneak in. i know some friends of mine have snuck into the hollywood bowl before so i figured what the heck. we were instructed to go to the ticket booth, hike up the trail to the right, find the secret bench, and hop the fence. it wasnt that simple. we basically cliff hanged across a mountain, tore through some thorn bushes, stepped on some homeless, and crawled up a dirt path. there was no bench in sight. so instead we sat atop the mountain, met some omish looking potheads, and stared at the huge audience as if they were staring right back at us. the spot we had was very cool, other than not seeing anything near the stage, or the screens. the lights portrayed a picture perfect crowd and the sound bounced off of them straight to us. we missed the strokes, got up there just in time to hear tom petty say "i'm here to rock hollywood". heres where i got depressed the audience started going nuts and we heard a womans voice say hello. suddenly they went into stop dragging my heart around. stevie sang 3 other songs, and tambourined a few more. kill me. this was driving me nuts hearing her sing and not seeing, so we cliff dived our way back down to find the scalpers we'd passed up earlier. they were naire to be found. so i smoked a ciggerette on a bench right outside with into the great wide open blaspheming my ears, sounded perfect of course. today looking online i realized jeff lynne also came out and did a wilburys song with them (footage below). lets see: the strokes, tom petty, the heartbreakers, stevie nicks, jeff lynne. why didnt they just bring out bob dylan and raise george harrison from the dead? as i walked around looking for some long lost scalpers, some drunk bro asked me for a ciggerette, which i exchanged for a wrist band. turning to finally fullfill my destiney and go in, i was bombarded with exiters. it was over. so we called donya's friend matt and decided to meet him at a club where word had it the strokes would be. never found it. shane and i deemed it a worthy night and drove home.
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I can't believe you are still alive to tell the story, I think I may have died of a stroke when I heard Stevie's voice. That is an amazing night, Josh, legendary.
Thats pretty painful to watch.
Why did we not just buy tickets and go? I'm trying to remember what life threatening obstacle it was that conviced us it wasn't a good idea.
Next time.
I envy your night, seriously!
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