Squee!!! ZZ Top was in town! I was very, very, very, very excited, ‘cuz they roxxor my soxxor in a boxxor! OK, so maybe not exactly every teenybopper in my generation would be so quick to squee, but I grew up on ZZ Top—well, them and Ozzy. Queer, maybe, or unique? Exactly, but don’t be quick to judge. I also got a lot of jazz, some baroque classical, zydeco, Wizard of Oz soundtrack…my parents were very music savvy. They wanted me to play the xylophone, but that didn’t set me a-quiver.
Pardon my loquacity. I get started quick and continue quicker. Anyway, I grabbed my very-used cell phone and called my clique and told them to quickly get tix.