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Road Report by Steven Sweet, Jan. 31st, Clinton, OK "Lucky Star Casino".
Lucky Star Casino... what a misleading name... you would think that all of us so called "Stars" (Rock Stars, Movie Stars, TV Stars, Reality TV Stars, Child Stars... maybe not those, some aren't even old enough to vote let alone, gamble their life savings away at the Craps table) would have an inordinate amount of luck gambling at a place called the "Lucky Star Casino" but alas - what am I talking about, I don't even gamble anyhow. Scratch all that... let's start over.
You could barely hear the jingle jangle of overworked slot machines and raspy-voiced "cigar, cigarettes" coming from the even more raspy-faced cocktail waitresses beneath the din of the concert tent this evening. No we weren't inside the concert arena built as an afterthought to this Casino complex but a bigger than six ring sized, glorious white tent (complete with full on heating and cooling system, how swank). By the way, any of you who have read my reports in the past know that I just love to push the limits of complex sentence structure/verging upon "run-on" at any moment, as in get me going and I'll just run on like Forest Gump crisscrossing his way back and forth across America in the 1994 Robert Zemeckis directed gem of a film starring Tom Hanks as the enigmatic, somehow brilliantly zen-savant every-man, Forrest (see what I mean?!). I'm talkin' this tent was so big it could house likes of not only Ratt, but Ratt AND Dokken, and not just Ratt and Dokken, but Ratt, Dokken AND Warrant - a little misleading, not all at once mind you (that's what the trailers in the back were for), but one after another - hence the line-up that night. A virtual who's who of... well... Ratt, Dokken and Warrant, duh!
I had a great time, although as is with the Almighty's infinite design of the universe, we are eventually forced to trade the invincibility of youth for middle age and a bad back - my personal Achilles' Heel. As lame as it sounds, every so often I am afflicted with crippling pain while putting on my socks and pants... which as I am typing this am struck with the idea to just stop wearing socks and pants altogether - a little cold in the winter time perhaps, but a fair trade for fewer back pains, don'tcha think?
Anyhow, the show was a whole bunch of fun, thanks especially to the Percocet gifting Van driver - who nearly ran poor Erik Turner over by backing up while he was getting out of the front seat with the door still open - she'd had quite a few tablets herself turns out!
In closing, I'd like to leave this bit of Americana with you in honor of the great state of Oklahoma an homage to Rogers and Hammerstein's smash hit from the first time collaborators which produced the 1943 broadway debut musical by the same name - to be sung in the key of E Major with a "spirited" feel; READY?... I'll count it off... 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4: OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain, And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain - OOOOk-lahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I, Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky.