Steel Panther and Rodman

After having a pretty mellow Friday and nothing Saturday due to an actual day of work, a crazy Sunday, my Monday fills up quite quickly.
A friend of a friend has made the early Monday Show of the Upright Citizens Brigade or UCB, where Amy Poehler and others got their start. So she wants to support her friend and after two Mondays of sold out shows we actually decided to get tickets a week in advance. A good thing because the show sold out over the weekend. Its' a 5 dollar show and about 45 mins long.
So what they do at the show was they ask for a one word answer from the crowd. The first troop got Pyramid. The group on stage then brainstorms about what Pyramid means to them and it went to Beer Pong to being in college and doing whatever people told you did and then weird teachers they had. They they just improv various scenes. The second group got pony ad they brain stormed about how one guy at a pony his uncle claimed was his then another talked getting kicked off a horse and another about crapping themselves and then another about how they would pee themselves. Obviously the second group went more bathroom humor. Both were pretty funny and definitely worth the five bucks. Though I have to say it was funny but not that funny. I think the problem is I have way too many funny friends. DTK or Phil would of killed in this place. Of course they would of been simultaneously impressed and horrified at DTK. It would be great. They should move to LA and do Improv. It's a must. They are keeping the world from being a funnier place.

But after the show I have to run and go see what has apparently become my favorite Australian rock band the Hot Kicks who are playing at the legendary Key Club on the Sunset strip. They are playing a 30 min set and the cover is 20 bucks for the night. There will be three bands so I figured what the hell. I had never been there and don't think the Key Club will be a normal stomping ground for me. The Hot Kicks open and play well. There weren't as tight as they have been before but still sounded good. They finish another band goes on called Drill who wanted to know that they mother fucking rock. And that we are a bunch of mother fuckers. Everything to the lead singer was Mother fucking something. They could rock but I didn't feel it. They didn't do anything for me. They just tried to play fast and hard which I appreciate but there was absolutely noting special about them.

Then comes the headliner. Now it's Midnight on a Monday Night/Tuesday Morning and the place becomes packed. Everything is throwing back drinks. There are bleach blonde chicks wearing tight fitting slutty dresses flying all over the place. As the band comes on the titty cam (or at worst that's what I'm going to call it) go around focusing on girls cleavage. Then girls decide to start flashing the camera and its' on the big screens around the club. Ahh ok. And Seriously? No wonder why Girls Gone Wild can always find girls. We're just as a club on a Monday night and these girls have no qualms about showing their tits. Not that I'm complaining as I'm in the Ron White school of thought when it comes to boobs, "Once you've seen one pair, you want to see them all."

So then Steel Panther comes out. They are wearing spandex, have long hair wigs (except for the lead singer who's hair looked real) make up and are jamming 80's hair bands like a champ. They are dead on and hit every song on the head. Well except for "Pour Some Sugar on Me" which they sounded like crap on. It wasn't even close. They should just let it go and not try it. So the lead singer's pants start to fall down and you can see he's wearing a g string. Yes a dude wearing a G-string. Then they get girls on stage. They change every lyric to include something about getting laid and having sex. Girls are grinding on stage dancing with each other. Between songs he points some chick out and tries to get her to show her breast, mostly to success. He then starts talking to one girl in the front row who appears to be with her father. He's trying to get her to flash but then calls the old dude on stage who proceeds to rip off his shirt and pull down his pants. Did I mention this was some old dude. The band can't stop laughing as he's getting hauled off the stage. It was just nuts. This 60 year old dude ripping off his clothes. Are you kidding me. Shouldn't he be eating early bird specials in Delray? So then the guy points out that the guitarist from Sum 41 is there as is Benji from Good Charlotte. Both guys are about 2 feet tall. And I'm not kidding. They could of fit in my pocket. Later in the night Benji walked past me and he came up to my neck. I mean good lord he was a tiny little man. They called Benji on the play and he told them he didn't know any 80's rock songs. How the hell is this possible? How can any musician not know some 80's rock.

So next they bring out the big gun, Dennis Rodman who runs out and grabs a mic. He's up there screaming, bouncing around, and doing high kicks which is over the lead singers head. I mean they say Rodman is sober but he seems like he's messed up on something. He's going crazy up there for a couple of songs, grabbing all the guys, trying to play an instrument, and then screaming some more. After a few songs they tell Rodman to go party some more.

The lead singer of the Hot Kicks in down by the stage and runs back to us and is excited as hell as he just got a couple of pics with Rodman. He says he had a sticker and would Rodman wear one and Rodman tells him to slap it on him. Mick is stoked. I mean the guy is ear to ear. Then Rodman gets called back on Stage and he's jumping around singing with a Hot Kicks sticker on him. It's pretty damn cool and the band is flipping out. They were excited as hell and they are all taking pictures with Rodman with the Hot Kicks sticker on them.

Then Rodman gets off stage and walks right past us and sees the Hot Kicks and they start talking his guy. I'm literally 3 feet from Dennis Freaking Rodman. Then Rodman goes upstairs to the VIP room and my publicist friend follows him and the band gets the nod. They are going to hang with Rodman. Sadly I'm just a peripheral player (or a background drunk if you wish) so I'm not close enough to get the nod. But the photographer, the publicist (who are becoming friends) and the band (who are also kind of becoming friends or at worst now really know them all personally and get the high fives and hugs from so I would say an acquaintance) heads up to party with Rodman. After a while I'm told to head downstairs where Rodman was hanging in a corner and just leaves the bar. Mick is talking to Rodman's guy and they exchange numbers and will get in touch. I would say that was a pretty successful night. As for me I realize it's time to call it a night and take off.