This ticket stub proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will go to just about any concert. I used to refer to Molly Hatchet as “Molly Hack-shit,” the Outlaws I had seen before, and Foghat I had seen more times than I care to recount. Still, I spent my $12.50 to spend the evening with the South Florida southern rock drunkards and marveled at the hootin’ and hollerin’ that occurred between each song.
I got nothing else to share regarding this show. I feel like I have intentionally purged all memory of this from my brain.