I just realized that it was twenty years ago today that I went to Cleveland.
Evan Lloyd called me up and said he had two tickets to the Inaugural Concert of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And that I was going, no questions asked. It was only a question of whether he had time to install a sidecar onto Scarlet, his motorcycle.
Fortunately, he did not. I drove.
We road tripped out there with local beers like Little Kings. We hung out Friday night in Columbus with elder fratres Chipper and Brownie and hit on John Cooper's smoking hot daughter.
We spent all Saturday afternoon in the Flats, drinking heavily as if to challenge ourselves to remember the night. We then headed over to the Mistake By the Lake and hunkered down for hours and hours and hours of rock and/or roll. And drinking.
Ev started passing out during the Allmans, for which I gave him a ration of crap. Then he woke up and I started passing out during the next act. It was a marathon.
Highlights included Chrissie Hynde, an Akron native, and the Pretenders sing "My City Was Gone" and crooning about Ohio; The Kinks, who just kick ass always; and marveling at Evan marveling at Springsteen marveling at his heroes on the same stage. It was an all-timer. Duh.
As I look back at the set list now, I can't believe in one night I saw Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin, Bob Dylan, Jerry Lee Lewis, George Clinton, Chuck Berry, John Fogerty, Al Green, James Brown, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, and Boz Scaggs. Wow.
Set notes here.
If Evan could hear me now, I'd thank him profusely for choosing me as his wingman at such a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I cannot believe it's been 20 years. Good golly miss Molly.