First off just wanted to say thank you Pittsburgh for letting me be in you last night.
That came out wrong.
BloggingJason and I took ourselves a little last second road trip to the steel city for a Drive-By Truckers / Hold Steady co-headlining the ROCK SHOW. Luckily there were trained medical professionals on site to administer help to those who were rocked into kick-drum convulsions. My procktologist is still trying to put me back together after the dual band encore made a mess in my Batman undies.
But enough about my ass.
Something magical happened on the way home. Something that can only happen during a 2am drive through the wooded hills of a school-night road trip. In the foggy haze of Steel City raindrops and basking in our post-rock glow, these two weary travelers set out on a journey through the bowels of the XM-Sirius merger.
It started with a conversation. A tired argument with neither side caring to win and the battle lines not clearly drawn.
Aerosmith's "Crazy" - rock genius or 90's throw-away?
We gave our arguments, pleaded our case and then slipped away without so much as a resolution or conclusion. Somewhere Alicia Silverstone is begging us to continue - this is all she has.
A few more miles, a few more Gin Blossoms songs and suddenly we found ourselves staring down the barrel of Aerosmith's "Amazing".
Suddenly it was clear to us both, there was more in the air than those icy November raindrops. There was the chance to be something special.
This time there was no argument, just a silent realization that we had exactly 47 minutes to achieve a feat so rare and unexpected, most had given up hope. A feat that's time has passed and is now only spoken about in hushed voices or referenced in obscure Youtube videos.
We were sprinting towards the finish line of the Aerosmith Triple Crown.
As "Amazing" wrapped up it's delicious morsel and the radio again shifted to a forgotten tune from a 90's band that is undoubtedly now working at Starbucks (this time in the form of the Spin Doctors), we fell silent. I stepped on the gas peddle, I willed those airwaves to test fate, to challenge the gods and to etch our names forever in the stone of immortality.
And then it happened. As our tired bodies began to give out on hope, as we inched towards our destination, hope trickling out of us like a leaky valve, Steven Tyler whispered to us through the sound of the road, the rain and our waning spirits.
"There was a time,
when I was so broken hearted,
love wasn't much of a friend of mine."
The triple crown.
We started our trip, hopped up on speed and rock, arguing the merits of "Crazy".
We became weary and tired, humming a few bars of "Amazing" as we stared out speckled windows.
But as we neared home, we achieved greatness in "Cryin'".
The Aerosmith Triple Crown.
All done in 2 hours and 17 minutes.