Memphis Review:
Night Ranger
They opened with a new tune, Lay It On Me, and it was a brilliant idea. Treat the fans there to see you to a new tune and allow those casual fans taking a squirt or getting a beer a chance to make the trip down to their seats before they miss a known tune. Their set was great. They pumped out the hits, sounded great and really had flow to their set list. The crowd interaction/music ratio was perfect. Don't Tell Me You Love Me was a scorching rendition and the highlight of their set. As far as an opening act goes, they were nearly perfect. 9.5/10
Foreigner
Foreigner sits in the catbird seat on this tour. They get the benefit of Night Ranger warming the crowd up and they don't have headlining pressure. And they delivered. They belted out hit after hit after hit, with nary a new song in sight (that I can remember). And the crowd just ate it up. Kelly Hansen is the frontman of the tour and he commands the stage, and audience, very well. My lone gripe is that he is not as vocally experimental as Lou Gramm. He sort of rounds out powerful notes with stage posturing, rather than good old fashioned rock lungs. Nevertheless, their set was supercharged and the crowd never sat, never stopped singing and never lost interest. The highlight of their set was definitely Urgent. They nailed it. 9.0/10
Journey
The headliner always has the bullseye on their back to outperform the opener(s). Sadly, that wasn't the case this night. Earlier in the tour, when I saw Journey and Night Ranger in Omaha, Journey was on fire, mixing 4 new songs with fine renditions of the classics, and really keeping the crowd energized through most of the show. Memphis saw 3 decidedly noticeable lulls in the set. They opened with Separate Ways and followed up with Ask The Lonely and the crowd was wild with enthusiasm. Then, seemingly out of left field, they slowed the show to a halt with a ballad, When You Love A Woman. The rendition was great, but it wasn't what the crowd
wanted. They wanted Stone In Love, Be Good To Yourself, Wheel In The Sky or some other rocker to keep the momentum alive. WYLAW was a dud. Excellent rendition, poor placement.
The second lull was Edge Of The Moment. You'd think people were playing musical chairs for money. People just couldn't get into their seats fast enough. It was so bad that I felt bad for the band. Lose this song. As far as audience reception goes, and that's all that counts, it sucks. Never play it again. Thanks.
The third lull was La Do Da. Perhaps one of the worst songs in Journey's history, and they're playing it on what was CLEARLY BILLED as a Greatest Hits package tour. The song had people scratching their heads. Hell, I think this song might be what started all of the fights. I know *I* felt like punching someone when it started! Never play this one again, also. Thanks.
The set took off like gang busters from there. Be Good To Yourself was a very appropriate song after having to endure La Do Da! The crowd was back in gear and Any Way You Want It really took the noise and excitement to another level. Then, the opening keys to DSB, made it sound as if the roof was going to come off the place. I've been to a lot of concerts and that may have been the loudest reaction to a song I've ever heard. Man, they nailed it, too. Arnel has gotten much better on this one. The did their little confetti drop and, curiously, went right into LTS, without ever leaving the stage. The crowd sang along, the rendition was nice and the band took their final bows. The crowd seemed content, and I think everyone left happy. Me? I need better flow in the band's set. You don't play a ballad in the 3 slot. That's like batting Pete Rose cleanup. Lost EOTM and La Do Da, revise the batting order and
then you'll get a better grade than 8/10.
Post-Concert Fiasco
I parked my car in a parking garage with the address on it, so I didn't really pay attention to exactly where. Big mistake. Rip drove me to the address on my ticket, dropped me off and we said goodnight ... or we thought we did. i went up to the garage to find that it was completely closed. I banged on every fucking door they had and a chubby little black fella opened the door. I told him I needed to get my car and he informed me that my car wasn't there. I told him it was on the second floor, but he informed me that they didn't have a "second flow. Just a first and third."

Anyway, I showed him my ticket and he informed me that they own
4 garages in Memphis, all around the city.

He assured me my car, from what I described, was about 3 blocks away. So I decided to jog there. No luck. Another garage, but only about a third of the size that I remember mine being. I decided to pull out my iPhone4 and figure out how close I was to the venue, since I knew I parked only about 2-3 blocks from The FedEx Forum. Um ... 1.6 miles.
I decided that I was far too embarrassed to call Rip and tell him that I couldn't find my car so, with my iPhone4 in hand, I started jogging the route to the venue. Well, that didn't work for a few reasons. The first was that it took me on the highway.

I decided that was a bad idea after about a quarter mile. So I "exited" up the hill and back onto Memphis city streets. I was walking with my head down trying to figure out where the fuck I was when a homeless man informed me that I was on "his side" of the street and that he'd "fuck me up." Never one to argue,

I started to jog again. My pride level dropping faster than Obama's approval rating, I decided to call Rip. I got my phone out as I was walking through an outside train station platform when, out of fucking nowhere, a lady appears from underneath a stack of blankets on a bench. Scared the shit out of me. She politely informed me that she was gonna "cut my ass." Well, that was fucking it. I told her that I meant no harm, crossed the street and called Rip. He and Dan, Ginger's husband, picked me up about 10 minutes later. Rip looked perplexed as to how I was now about a mile and a half from where he dropped me off about 30 minutes earlier. I told him the story in the car.
We FINALLY found my car, after backtracking the route that I walked some 7 hours earlier. We went to Denny's, ate, shared stories and laughs, and watched an old friend of Rips', swear to God, show us iPhone footage of her being robbed by 2 black guys!

All 3 robbers were caught, though. Unlike Rip, who went down a one way street loaded with pedestrians from bars with no headlights on in front of 2 police cars, and with me honking and hanging out the window screaming "It's a one way, Rip!!!"

I ended up getting back to Little Rock at 3:55 am, sleeping 3 hours and driving to Tulsa, OK where I had 2 appointments for work. What a night, though!