Then it was Howard Jones' turn - he did "No One Is To Blame" and it was beautiful - then Sheila E. did "Love Bazaar" and we were pretty psyched, but not "Glamorous Life" psyched, you know? Sheila E. is still really fucking amazing.

So then Ringo comes out from behind the drum kit and starts singing some more, dancing around like my Dad on demerol. I was positive this was the most uncool thing I had ever paid to do--ever. The great thing about Ringo, though, is that he knows he's not that cool. He yells out to the audience "Are there any young ladies out in the audience tonight" - but he starts laughing mid-sentence. Then he says "You know, it doesn't really matter," and starts singing the next song.

It starts to get really lame. Ian Hunter performs "Cleveland Rocks" (better known as "The Drew Carey Show Theme Song"). He starts trying to get some audience participation so he substitutes "Cleveland" with Philly, Trenton, New York, The Yankees, and so on. But he's apparently too fucking senile or lazy to remember where the hell he is, because he's reading all the names from a peice of paper. The audience doesn't seem to mind. Whatever. Then Greg Lake does some King Crimson song, and Roger Hodgson plays something that isn't "Goodbye Stranger."