The short version:

My buddy, Doug, and I make our way to Detroit. As I hadn't bothered to look up an efficient way there, it took us forever. Once we got there, we enteedr the wrong theater, andwere directed three doors down. Oops. This place has a smaller stage, and an outside patio-bar. Kickass. Drinking through the opening band (they sucked).

"Hey... I have a beer" -Doug

A few hours, and a few beers, later, we met up with an old college friend of mine, "Crazy" John Geis. I also bought a simple black T-shirt that says "Toadies Fuc**** Rock." Yup, you can't get any more straightforward than that. Luckily, we stopped the man-chat short enough to get a good spot in front of the stage.

Clark tears his Strat a new one.

The band sounded great, and even came out at the end of the show to chat and have beers with the fans. I managed to corner each member to talk music and get them to sign a flyer for the show. The bass player even recommended some specific amps for my bass. It takes some time, but I finally utilize the lead guitarist (Clark, pictured above) to get the drummer off the bus for a quick pic and signature.

Mark "The Rez" Reznicek and me

A good night. Definitely worth the $20.