tiny voice calls out: "is it me for a moment?"

Outta-sight was THE WHO as they quietly stepped onto a darkened stage last night, spoke not a word, and then roared through a nonstop, 90-minute, masterful freak-out of rock to the delirious delight of 10,000 screaming hard rock fans. Quadrophenia, the absolute masterpiece second rock opera (after Tommy) by Pete, was played from beginning to end. It was juicy. We were all 18 again suddenly. We were all full of possibility. We hung on every lyric and every electric lick. Then when it ceased like a firework fading out in the dark sky but leaving a ghost trace, there was a little humorous conversation by Pete and Roger, some heartfelt love for Chicago, their "home away from home", some reminiscing about the last time they visited in the 90s, a nice touch of memory toward John and Keith, and then Pete said with a bit of a grin "okay now we'll play some more shit for you." Everyone screamed. They ripped into Who Are You, Pinball Wizard, Won't Get Fooled Again and then the finale, a mind-shattering Baba O'Riley that left the crowd delirious, joyous, stunned and awestruck. In the end after many bows from the group onstage, including Pete's younger brother Nigel who did a nice job on backing vocals, and along with Ringo's son (who's about 40), and who is a fantastic drummer (and looks eerily like Ringo), the members departed and left Roger to sing a quiet ending song that was about him and Pete and their roads traveled together. Pete strummed the acoustic guitar next to him, silently, they grinned like old friends, and then it was over; they simply blew kisses to the crowd and walked slowly off arms around each other, brothers in rock legend. It was a moment we gulped in from the audience. Sort of a stunning ending watching two buddies, compadres, and survivors of rock smile, wave and thank the crowd; and they lingered just a moment, as if they too, like the fans, didn't want to depart, didn't want the ebbing glowing magic to end. No worry. It lives on. So here is 'Can You See The Real Me', which kicked off the night. What a night. Rock on with this one dialed up, not to 11, but to infinity. Blow your speakers if you must, and you should. Go and see these guys before they are gone. You will feel happiness. You will feel joy. Words written here on the Milkshake do no justice. You have to see and hear them for yourselves. ROCK ON 4EVR!

Rock Royalty Coming

Pete, Roger, Ringo's son and another guy will be in town in less than two weeks. That is something. They will take the stage. The Milkshake has the vip row with peeps. Let's get ready to mod-out. Lets.

BIG RETRO TOY BLOG Part 2....ROBOTS!

Oh yes. RobotBox vs. DrinkBot. The fun of TikiBar TV. Where has it gone? Let it run as you waft thru robots.

Your dime your dance; the dream's on me, no charge

Lost in the highlight reel of your day was a memory of a moment, a brief respit, when you could relax and let your body and mind slip into the cool shadows. Hank musta felt this deep inside when he tickled the notes to shape this ehtereal blast of fizz. It is the stuff dreams are made of, spun so fine, like cotton candy sugar, into a feeling.

nuthin in my life bigger n beer, ceptin you, lil darlin

Well why wouldn't we whip our way into whovember with one wonderful whotune.

in with the cool earth

Cooling outside....but warm at the milkshake. That's what you want. Jimmy the pink crustacean of happy music goes to fin lengths to make you cheery. Let him do his thing as we rock you into "Whovember". Sure we'll bring you The Who music and discographical photos leading up to the big November 29th rock opera....and plenty of other features....but for now flow out with your first weekend of month eleven calm....in the island tongue....inna irie doti mon.