Gutz is right. I see more shows than anyone. In the past two days I’ve seen five musical groups in three different shows. There is this short gray haired pony-tailed sandal saddled dude that I see at almost every show I go to, though. Tied for first. No thirst last night at the Isleta Hard Rock Casino. Showroom. Room enough for me. Is this the story of the summer? Right now it is, though revitalizing my iron through nourishment is just as important.
A month ago I bought a $15 ticket to the Los Lobos opening for Los Lonely Boys show at the Isleta Hard Rock Casino. I figured even if they only played for fifty minutes, it would be worth it. I drove the far western Paseo del Volcan road to the Casino Nation. As the crow flies, maybe fifteen miles. As the Dodge Avenger cruises… an hour. I only had to wait on line a few minutes to pick up my ticket for what was being loudly announced throughout the Casino as a sold-out show. Then, Chaz Malibu of 98.5 Golden Oldies announced he was in the Center Bar of the Isleta Casino and that he was going to give away pairs of V. I. P. tickets for the show. It was 6 PM. The show was at 8 PM. I figured I would go check it out. I was efficiently passed into the Center Bar and issued a small entry ballot and as I gave it to Chaz Malibu I considered telling him about my 1967 Chevy Chevelle which was a step down from the Chevelle Malibu but instead I told him it would be cool if he picked my name for the V. I. P. pass so I could renew my camaraderie with David Hidalgo, chance meetings that have occurred through the years ranging from the Santa Ana Star Casino corridor to some bar in L. A.
I was the first name Chaz announced and he pronounced my last name correctly; which only occurs 5% of the time. I was going to be a V. I. P. guest for the Los Lobos opening for the Los Lonely Boys concert. I immediately found the free beverage service area of the casino and I scouted out the correct bathroom stalls for administration of sacrament in order to attain the correct level for Kiko and his Lavender Moon. I also realized that with an hour and a half before the show, I could make some calls and invite some lucky friend to also be a V. I. P. Fortunately (at least for any so called “lucky” friend), that venture was in vain.
I was veritably giddy walking around. Immeasurable throngs were assembling and winding through the slot machines and gaming tables of the Isleta Hard Rock Casino. I did indulge in the “Lucky Strike” and Triple Chipotle machines, despite David Bromberg’s eternal reminder in my inner back ear that “a man should never gamble.” Fortunately it was not more than I could stand to lose… Ten bucks. The V. I. P. pass would have to be worth a heck of a lot more than that.
Awful lot of people. A lonely table in the lobby with a banner advertising 98.5 Golden Oldies. Chaz Malibu cannot be anybody’s real name. But thanks to his officious and perhaps crucial selection, I could approach the welcoming table and elicit very important treatment. Dark haired Anna was the hostess; I was decorated with a blue wristband and escorted unto the elevator to the 2nd floor overlook balcony. Whoa. Actually, very strange vantage point. Nice chairs. Glass window looking out over the small arena, a “Showroom” that evidently was the original bingo room for the Casino before it achieved Hard Rockedness. According to Anna, the room would hold 2,500 for this sold out show tonight. By the way, in the hotel part of the Isleta Hard Rock Casino, there was a glassed in exhibit of “Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band” featuring signed guitars by Bruce, Miami Steve and Nils Lofgren, whose signature was flourishingly cool, much like Nils himself. The case also contained their shirts & other attire from a show; very distinctive. Later in the evening I would encounter a Hard Rock Official toting a Hard Rock electric guitar that had just been signed by Los Lonely Boys. I tried to trade a Isleta Casino Hard Rock Casino Tortilla Club sandwich w/ fries for the axe, but the Official was not hungry.
After my third visit to a incredibly spic and spanned rest room, the lights went down in the Showroom and Los Lobos took the stage. It took three songs for me to realize…. what the fuck… where is David Hidalgo? Cesar Rosas was doing it all, singing each song and playing lead. Louie Perez would take the second lead and play the rhythm. But this was like seeing the Dead without Jerry… ironic, as Hidalgo loves to do Dead songs; Bertha, West L. A., Not Fade Away…not a Dead song, but… To furthur the irony, Cesar’s oeuvre this evening were the canciones and covers himself; Papa Was a Rolling Stone,” “Hey Joe,” “Oy Vey Como Va,” and of course, the set closer, La Bamba > Good Lovin’ > La Bomba. WTF? No Hidalgo? I’ve been on the www since the concert; the Lobos have a Facebook page as well as their own site,… no mention of David Hidalgo’s absence at the Isleta Hard Rock Casino Showroom… Additionally mortifying was Cesar kissing the Los Lonely Boys’ asses. The LLB guitar player played most of the set w/ the Lobos. I did read somewhere that the Los Lonely Boys regard Los Lobos as Gods. Interesting absolutely no lip service was given to the absence of one of the Gods. Rosas came out early in the Los Lonely B’s set and stayed on stage for the rest of their 90 minute set; he seemed to be welcome by the trio but from my vantage it was pandering … especially since David Hidalgo was missing.
The Los Lonely Boys were very loud. They also sang a song about two dozen monkeys on a truck driving around town wanting everybody to get stoned. That’s what it sounded like to me. I wandered all the way down to the crowded stage floor for the last five songs of the night. I wondered how many people realized the bogositude of this show… few. How about the guy behind me who astonished at the LLB being a “three man band.” Yes… like Cream, Hendrix Exp, ZZ Top and Grand Funk Railroad… Mountain… what the fuck, no David Hidalgo? Day after what would have been Jerry’s 69th birthday. Mystery abounds.
And the Y. I. P. lounge? Totally lame; cash bar, yes, but no snacks or tidbits. I wandered in and out with my complimentary Isleta Hard Rodck Casino soft drinks and Tortilla Club sandwich (hold the turkey).
I can only hope that I win the free tickets offered by Classic Country 104.7 to the Don Gibson concert. I won’t expect Neil to show up to duet on “I Believe In You.” Even though that show is scheduled for the fabulously beautiful Lensic Theater in Santa Fe.