So when we finally arrived at the swank hotel where they had shacked us up in Baltimore, we discovered we were sharing the majority of it with some folks in town for a hockey tournament. Most of them pre-teens from Jersey with their families. I tell you that to tell you this: One particular hockey dude (a future rocker in a CBGBs shirt) starts asking us who we are and what we're up to. Word quickly spreads that there's a band in the house and the kids get it together to arrange an impromptu concert in the hotel's convention room.
(Sorry about the blurry...but I like this--looks like my guitar's on fire)
Award for most rockin' little dude: While we're tuning up, one of the guys watching tells us he's learning to play guitar so Brion hands over his Takamine and let's the guy play us some tunes. He's runs through a couple and then says, "This song's called 'Nostradamus;' it's off of Judas Priest's last record." We're working for ways to promptly get him in the band.
The kids seemed to have a great time and so did we, those dudes rock harder than we do. We kept playing and eventually had a sing along going with them and their parents to "Surrender" by Cheap Trick. All was good. Here's to Team Blizzard.
After everyone dispersed, we met the world's coolest hotel night desk manager ever. Adonna ("Like Madonna without the 'M'!") fired up the desk computer and blasted some music for us until the wee wee hours. If you ever find yourself in the Baltimore Airport Sheraton, you be sure to go see Adonna, you'll be glad you did. And tell her we said hello.We finally decided it was time to hit it when guests started coming downstairs to check out. We got some looks.
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