High Class Trash

It was during a Motley Crue concert, at the Borgata in Atlantic City, that I discovered The Last Vegas. Thanks to Guitar Center and Nikki Sixx, this band won a contest granting them an opening slot on the 2009 Saints of Los Angeles Tour. I had never heard of them before, but when they took they stage, and Chad Cherry started swinging his sexy ass around on that stage, I was hooked.

I kept saying to my friend, "Who the fuck are these guys? Why have I never heard them?" Their delightfully trashy and glamourous brand of filthy rock and roll sucked me in immediately. Catchy guitar riffs thanks to Johnny Wator and Adam D'Arling and the distinctive voice of Chad Cherry were mostly what caught my attention. And the fact that Chad moved around on stage so well that eventually I turned to my friend and added, "After the show is over, I swear I am going to GET him." That was the beginning of my love affair with THE LAST VEGAS.



Sure enough, after I walked out of the concert hall of the Borgata when the show was over, there were the members of the band hanging out on the casino floor. I went straight up to Chad, grabbed his crotch, and asked him if I could suck his dick. I got some inaudible response. My friend and I ran upstairs to our room to get changed, and when we went back down to the floor, the band was still there. I was bullshitting with Adam and Nate, the drummer, and still trying to get Chad up to my hotel room, when a member of the band's entourage literally dove in for the kill. It was explained to me that Chad was so drunk that he didn't even know his own name. He introduced himself to me, and I immediately thought, "To hell with Chad!" I did try to get the both of them up to my room at one point.

And....we'll just leave it at that.