More contact with "Survivor" band members
More on “Survivor”
Last week we rounded up the usual suspects and headed out to Feather Falls Casino. Rambunctious Ryan, Tommy, myself and the rubber chicken were there to see “Survivor,” a band that had big hits when I was a head-banging teenager.
Rock dance moves have a certain style to them.
Some rock star dances can be likened to the chicken dance done by football stars when they catch a touchdown pass.
Other rock dance moves look like someone playing pinball and shaking the machine around.
At times, the keyboardist in survivor was moving his neck in such a way that we were not quite certain whether or not he was actually playing the keyboard with his nose.
The point is, at a concert, the band members take on a new animation of their own. Thrusting a microphone stand repeatedly in the air draws gleeful cheers from the audience.
However, if someone tried to bust a move like this at the Holiday Inn or LaSalles on a Friday night, I’d be one of the first people to wonder aloud “What’s up with that?”
However, Brutilicus Maximus, another fine local group of musicians, has been wowing crowds for decades with their colorful costumes and stage theatrics, and I’d dance with any one of them any time.
The concert was fun and Tommy traipsed up to the front of the stage for a photo with the rubber chicken.
Maybe the evening was intensified by the fact that there is free diet Pepsi served at the casino and for some reason when something is free, I feel the need to get as much of it as possible.
Amped on caffeine, and high from the energy at the concert, we ventured out into the casino.
We were in the mood to dance, and there was a pretty cool house band in the lounge. A few people at the bar had apparently lost track of time and missed the concert, but looked like they had been enjoying themselves at the bar.
I must say their dance moves were far less enthralling than those performed by “Survivor,” however, every groove has a time and place.
And there, at the end of the bar, was the bass player and lead guitarist from “Survivor.”
The drummer was sitting a short distance away.
Several people approached the band members to thank them for the show and to continue some of the need to reach out to an actual rock star which was recently expressed at the edge of the stage in the concert hall.
My rubber chicken was in my purse, his head peaking out precociously. With that, a plan was in action. We were all a little shy about going up to the band members. Especially since they probably just wanted to enjoy a little conversation and not be bombarded by Northern California ‘80s band groupies who happened to travel with a rubber chicken.
But reason prevailed. It’s just not often that one has an opportunity like this.
The bass and lead guitarist were incredibly nice guys and gracious when we shyly asked them to pose with our rubber chicken.
The lead guitarist commented that our chicken looked a little ruffled. I explained that he had sat out in the sun on a picnic and part of his rubber feathers had melted. Chicken had also been kidnapped recently by our friends Jack and Stephanie, and we are still wondering why there are marks on the chicken’s feet.