How did I score the best seat in the house at Rock & Roll Paradise?

Thanks go out to my friend Debbie. (Tragically she's passed away. ) Her brother worked as a sound tech at the grand ball in the Waldorf Astoria in NYC.  The ceremony was held there until it was moved to Ohio. BOO!  who the fuck just happens to be in Ohio.

NYC brought out all the celebs & musicians who live in NY.  This proximity made the finale JAMS and star-studded attendees even more unbelievable. 

The Rock & Rock Hall of Fame Museum doesn't belong in Ohio either. That's a rant for another day. :-)

Back to the plug, Debbie, my pass to greatness. Her brother Todd, would sneak us into the control room. We'd take the private elevator and he'd be waiting to rush us in. It was our yearly ritual.

We could watch the entire room with a birdseye view perched above the seated guests. The best seat in the house. We could see everyone.  

This was our most EPIC  night. Leaving the event we saw QUEEN get into the private elevator, perfect timing for us but not to the dismay of Queen. We got in the elevator like Lucy & Ethel.

Let me paint the picture. Debbie, myself, and QUEEN... alone in an elevator. OMG!!!

I was tongued-tied. I looked up at Brian May, I could not think of his name. He's tall. He really didn't look happy. I said I love your music or something like that.  LOL! So cringy. You would have freaked too. 

That was a gangster move but I'm legendary for that, that is why I decided to blog.  I've had many Lucy moments. I have no shame.

This is Debbie on our way to the ceremony one year. She loved Antionio Sabato Jr. and this billboard was a surprise.  It was meant to be. I wonder how she'd feel now, he drank the orange Kool-Aid. Poor thing.

Debbie, I know you are wherever the Jukebox is. I can hear, Can't You See by The Marshall Tucker Band. We owned the Jukebox at Billy's Bar. :-)