Concert

Shout...Shout...Shout...Shout at the Devil. If that popular song is not familiar, it's from Motley Crue. That bad ass 80's heavy metal band is coming to my city tomorrow (Monday). I'm so excited I can't stop talking about it. I read every piece in the papers about them. I didn't know Nikki Sixx had a biography about him. And here I read the band's autobiography twice. Silly me. I have to look up Nikki Sixx's book on Amazon.com. I also didn't know he wrote songs for a rock and roll Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde movie or play. He's been busy. He is my favorite one in the band. Can't really explain why, it is just an innate magnetic pull towards him. My obsession about him didn't really start until 1998 when out of nowhere I wanted to know everything about him. I once read in magazine about his hating to leave his kids behind when he went on tour. I sent him a Father's day card I handmade myself. I bet he never received it and it was tossed in the garbage with the other fanmail. It was real cute too. I had a picture of a cat in the center of the card with 12 stamped flowers around it. It started with: A dozen flowers and a slip of the tongue (cat reference) to say Happy Father's Day. I signed it from a big fan or something like that. Go ahead and tell me I'm strange, I already know some days I can be. And yes I am fully aware he has 5 kids and married to Baywatch babe Donna D'errico. That don't mean I can't dream. Anyway, I better go to bed. I probably will be up all night, but at least I can get a few minutes sleep. Post later. Bye!