November 15, 2015

Scott Weiland & The Wildabouts at The Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa



Scott Weiland & The Wildabouts at The Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa
Todd Swank's Diary Entry for November 15, 2015


Life has been busy lately.  The boys have been mentors for the First Lego League Robotics Club.  It's always fun watching them helping younger kids.


We try not to crowd the boys when they're doing their jobs, but I'm always curious what they're telling the kids.  I'm curious if it's actually good stuff or if instead they are leading the next generation astray.  I know that's what I was doing when I was their age.


On Saturday night, we hung out with our good friends, the Walters Family.  We went to the Pointe for dinner and then did the hot tub thing.  Good times were had by all.


On Sunday night, we crashed Grandma Linda's house for dinner.  She had some leftover Halloween napkins she wanted to get rid of.


Tuesday night brought us to the high school for Luke's band concert.  It's always fun watching him bang on different things.


On Friday night, I drove down to Clear Lake, Iowa to hook up with my old buddies, "Krazy" Kory Madson and Ron "Sugarman" Myers.  We had the pleasure of having dinner with Kory's parents which was nice.  They're like the ambassadors of Clear Lake so I always feel extra special when I get to hang out with them.


I had the joy of bumping into my old friends, The Wagler Family.  I had the chance to meet their grandson.  It was a bit surreal for me since I was with this happy couple on the day they decided they wanted to start dating each other.  Fast forwarding to seeing them with their grandchild makes me feel like time is flying by crazy fast.


The reason for our trip to Iowa was to see former Stone Temple Pilot's lead singer, Scott Weiland, and his new band the Wildabouts.  Kory and Ron were pretty jazzed up for the event and I came along just to have a good time.  Which I did.



For those of you not from Clear Lake, the Surf Ballroom is a famous landmark because it was the last place rock and roll legends, Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and JP "Big Bopper" Richardson played before their tragic plane crash in a nearby cornfield.  The day the music died.


We actually drove out in the country before the concert trying to find the memorial for the rock trio but just couldn't find it.  We ended up driving through a lot of corn field in the middle of nowhere.  Next time, we're going to have to seek it out in the daytime.


The concert was a blast because we got to see many old friends like Brian Benner.


I got to spend some time with Brian's lovely wife, Sherri.  It's been a real long time since we've seen each so it was nice to have a chance to catch up on the good old days.


I also ran into my old friend, Mindi.  She's a good person even if she does have a weird obsession with the Green Bay Packers.


Eventually the band came out and we were ready to rock.


I have to be honest with you, I really wasn't all the familiar with the music.  I guess I was never much of a Stone Temple Pilots fan.  The crowd seemed to be into it, though.


I eventually found Kory and Ron and we worked our way towards the stage to raise our hands and wave them at the Rock Gods on stage.  Kory even touched Scott Weiland's hand and vowed to never wash it again.  I doubt he had many plans to ever wash it again any ways.


It was a fun concert.  


At the end of the night, we ended up hanging out with Tommy Black who is the guitar player for the Wildabouts and his girlfriend.  I wish I would have had a better picture of her because she was a very nice lady and I hate showing her with her eyes closed like this.  But it was the only picture I took of the three of us, so what are you going to do?


On Saturday night, we celebrated the birthday of our good friend, Joyce.  I think she liked the present we brought her.


Joyce is a phenomenal singer and she wanted to sing karaoke with her grandchildren.  The Zitzewitz Family was nice enough to invite us also because they know how much we love to sing.  We had a ball while blasting out each other's ear drums for the majority of the evening.