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For those of you who have read the book, you know that I had a real thing for him. Even I haven’t figured out why I loved him and his music so much back in the day. But I did, and you know what? I still do. The new Dolls album is great! I’ve been wearing it out.
So, when I saw that they were coming to Norfolk last spring, I had to go.
The last time I had seen Dave (that’s what I call him, my pal, Dave) play was in NYC at Tramps — the OLD Tramps, on 15th St. He was working out the Buster Poindexter persona, well before “Hot, Hot, Hot” came out. I saw him play there all the time, and even crossed state lines to see him play live.
Those concert excursions were the most fun ever. The craziest one was a show on Martha’s Vineyard: My friend Anna and I mixed up a batch of whiskey sours and hit the road. There wasn’t room for the car on the ferry, so we walked on and took a cab across the island to the club. We had brought bubbles and confetti and I remember Dave smiling down from the stage during “Personality Crisis” as we blew bubbles and threw confetti — it was a blast. Afterward we stumbled out of the club, and there were no cabs to take us back to the ferry. So we walked for seven or eight miles, blowing bubbles, then napped on a bench. We took the first ferry back to our car and drove home.
I spent many weekends just like that back in the day.
So at the Norfolk show, I was expecting a crowd, I mean its the DOLLS! The legendary, influential New York Dolls!
My friends and I got there early to get good spot — and there was nobody there! The club was maybe a quarter full. So the show was a bit of a disappointment. The sound wasn’t great and the the band seemed to be phoning it in.
But, I’d go again. And again and again.
In fact, I’m going on Friday to see him play in northern Virginia…