San Antonio
Known for its river walk, which is the closest you'll get to Venice in the
US, and romantic at night with your main squeeze...oweee...and of course the
Alamo, where your frend and mine, Ozzy Osbourne, pissed and got kissed by a
cop. Interesting that that's the best pr he ever got...although biting a
bats head off was some pretty amazing shit at the time. On the way into the venue,
for a quarter mile, you go through a ghost town of where there's a hundred miles of horse
fence...and dust...and corralls and stables...only to pull up to one of the
best Live Nation outdoor facilities yet. It's like coming upon a giant
flying saucer that holds 18,000 and we're about to be the reason why had one
of the best police escorts from the airport to bring me through all
that...very presidential to be in a caravan of police cars and motorcycles
all of which were leap frogging to stop traffic so we can whizz by only to
wave to all the fans...and get to the gig early so we can hurry up and wait. The 3
hour lull before the storm consisted of meeting my favorite Pennsylvania
state trooper, his brother and family, a mac girl, that was really a boy,
who was by the way one of the best yet...straight as a male and all the
while talked about he wore his... the man really understood androgyny. Then
we went into the dressing room across the hall.... and did a Curt Schilling
happy birthday video with Joe and me. Casey shot and directed it with Johnny B...
peep it over at aerosmith.com. It kind of speaks for itself...
Then it was 5 mintues with the doc...re-upped my vitamins...B12 shot in the
butt... Joey got one too and taught me how to stand on one leg so my butt
cheeck wasn't so tight. My ass is so tight after 5 months - don't want the
needle gettin stuck. Thanks Joey! The doctor said last month when he was
at the Stones concert - doin' them -. he wore an Aerosmith shirt and they
poked fun at him. So when he walked in with a Stones shirt we made him go
out and not come back till he changed it...tou f*@%in' che...
Then it was off to look at 2,000 slides for our performance at the Beacon in
NY. It's gonna be a storyteller type of event. I'm gonna have to whip out
a can of whoop ass and tell it like it ieeah... 20 minutes of
stretching...and 20 minutes of abuse from Russ Irwin...then 10 minutes of
vocal warm-ups...then monitor guys come in with the in-ears and I'm ready
for Betty...
The show was great. Threw in "Rag Doll" again with Joe on his stand up lap
steel... lookin' very...well...it just works real good in Texas...
For the 1st time Brad must've lost his clothes on the road...he looked like
he wore his stuff from the love ride...Kim and his baby boy are on the side
of the stage all the time. I wonder if he knew who daddy was that
night...but what can I say...all jokin' aside I think he looked f*@%in'
cool.
Got the same presidential treat on the way out...my one favorite motorcycle
cop took us out...singed his helmet AND his bike...took a pic for the
evidence...Monty fired up the engines and away we went...
One more stop in Texas...tomorrow we stop in Houston to make love to the
front row...again...and gee it's so weird...I never do go home with a full
cup of chowder...it's gonna be a hit and runner. After the show we hit
Tampa...and sunny Florida all week....should be getting' in around 4
am...what a life it is...
With love,
ST Here....Archive
