Ted Nugent Rocks!

I had no idea what to expect when I went to see Ted Nugent at the Fillmore last night. What I got was one hell of a rock 'n' roll show by one bad-ass guitar playin' motherfucker. The show started with a rousing edition of the Star Spangled Banner. Then came the Pledge of Allegiance. Under god was emphasized and - in the biggest political statement of the night that not many people caught - indivisible was skipped. I guess the idea is that it's god's country, but that god would prefer two nations.

I didn't recognize as many of the songs as I thought I would. The big ones were played: Cat Scratch Fever; Wang, Dang, Sweet Poontang; Stormtroopin'; and Kiss My Ass. Kiss My Ass was fun because he had everyone singing along but changed the lyrics to Kiss My Glock. I was glad that I could sing along and mean it. To quote: Janet Reno, you dirty whore, can kiss my Glock.

At two times during the show he brought out his compound bow. He took out Saddam and, with a flaming arrow, a guitar. There were props on the speakers including an AR-15, AK-47, and an Uzi-type looking gun. And of course American flags.

I had a lot of funny and/or interesting thoughts to myself during the show:
-- Here I am, 6' and 225#, and I'm bigger than most of the men, but smaller than most of the women in the crowd.
-- Braun should have had a convention there judging from the prolific amount of facial hair.
-- No surprise that they gave everyone a good frisking at this show.
-- Why aren't the Republicans at the show with some sort of get out the vote table?
-- How come the NRA isn't here trying to sign folks up? (though, perhaps that was because there may have only been 5 or 10 folks there who weren't already members)
-- If you think that Denver is too White of a town (not that any of you do), then you should see the crowd at the Ted Nugent show.
-- What if they do a tatoo check and one isn't enough to stay at the show?
-- To quote Vince, "No shrieking."
-- If you thought rock 'n' roll was dead you haven't seen the Nuge.

Ted just ripped Denver and really rubbed the Red Wings' Stanley Cup Championship in our faces. His comment to the boisterous booing was something along the lines of, "Ok, ok, we're all adults here. You can just suck my dick!" The guy was awesome. He played what he called "a new, pretty song" the lyrics of which mainly consisted of him screaming "who wants to fuck me." Musically, I was really impressed by the show. It's the sort of brutal, American, rock 'n' roll that I suspect can only be achieved with a three piece band. The drummer, Tommy, can't be any older than about 25 or so, and he is awesome. He looks a bit like that guy from That 70's Show and Dude, Where's My Car who Dan Savage is always talking about blowing a load across his face. We had aftershow passes to hang around and meet the band. We didn't talk to any of them, but it was cool to hang out for a few minutes and see Ted and Tommy just kind of be normal people. Ted was collecting business cards from guys who said they would take him hunting. Good show. Fun time.

Jonathan 7/31/2002 12:03:00 PM