Quite a relief to see that Blackie Lawless is still gainfully employed here in 2006. I swear I hadn't thought of W.A.S.P. since about eighth grade, and suddenly there they are, in St. Petersburg. The poster indicates Blackie doesn't look a day older than he did when I was writing the band name on notebooks, but since he looked like a sixty-year-old with long hair and a penchant for eye makeup even then, it doesn't mean much.
The rock posters in St. Petersburg were a nice sideshow. Apparently the Exploited are playing a series of shows in St. P and Moscow -- Muscovites could avoid Eric Clapton but not Wattie.
The local bands seemed pretty entertaining too. One poster (I forget the band name) showed a group of guys that looked like an aging Dokken, fronted by Tony Bennett. Another had a guy that had a skull-and-crossbones tattoo on his chest. I realize that sounds badass, but trust me, it wasn't.
The absolute and utter winner, though, was this dude:
The Vanilla Ice hair? The headband? The yellow shades? The pink clothes? He's too good to be true. I hope he was paid a tremendous amount of money to promote this concert or album, because he's never going to be able to live this down.
(Photos are, obviously, operational now -- more to come after I take a nap.)