08.26.11
Howard at the HoB in Houston
Review from the same guy who caught Moe Ted Nugent in Pasadena, TX, last year.
If you cut out the swearing and the tirades, the show would last at least half the duration of last night’s two-hour workout …
We were sort of hoping for something to write home about, if only to shock you sitting in front of your monitor.
So we’ve spent a year in the company of the Nuge and we doubt we will be there for the next show here in town. By the time he got to the big immigration/White House cocksucker speech we wished we were home watching El Topo …
We love Uncle Ted because he at least creates a striking image in a sea of normalcy. Like counter-programming to everything else we see weekly, he reminds us that not all is well in the heart of the average American, beyond politics, and hasn’t been for some time. Before Obama, Bush Jr., Clinton, or even Reagan. Even after a Perry term, things will never be completely “right.”
On the audience:
Random Notebook Dump: When you shoved your hand down the back of your wife’s pants and then winked … in our direction, we knew you were a special person.
Perfect.
Ted’s mentally ill rage bits eventually scuff the shine off the ball of the chrome trailer hitch for even the most hardened.