For example, you might head up to the Wooster area and behold Grandpa's Cheesebarn (more on that later).
Jen and I took such a roadtrip today. It was a Daddy/Daughter bonding time and a sort of a last hoorah before she starts the big bad world of 8th grade Monday. Yes, she's getting old. Yes, I'm old.
Anyway, after popping my Geritol and gassing up the autobot, we headed north. North on I-71. Destination -Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (and museum).
Oh yes.
RAWK!!!!
It appears that even as stadiums (long noted RAWK venues) must have corporate sponsorship, so too must the house that RAWK built. Key bank to the rescue. Personally, I would have gone with an address of Eighty-Eight Key Plaza...but what do I know?
The first thing that greeted us (after the $10 parking (which as we left had switched to $15 parking)) was the row of massive 9ft. tall Fender Stratocasters. We later learned that they were for a charity auction for United Way. Very cool stuff. So of course we got pix (with the new camera, of course).
Here's the building from the outside. It's also the logo. On the logo, it looks like the part of the guitar right where the neck joins the body of the guitar.
More fiberglass Fenders on the inside. I got excited when I first saw this one. I had heard that the homestar runner guys had done a 'The Cheat' guitar and I thought this was it. Alas, it was not.
And, when we got up to get our tickets we were greeted with this lovely note. The only other place we could take pix was in the lower lobby. Then we had to check the camera at the coat check (and it pissed me off because I saw people inside the museum taking pictures with their cameras that they smuggled in. Bastards. That's what I get for following the rules. Next time I'll know.
Kurt Cobain's axe. I was about to type Kurt Blobrain's axe...but that would probably be in bad taste.
I've been to a Phish concert. And I have to say that in the state I was in at the concert, this would have FREAKED me the f**k OUT!
If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.
And yes...there was cheese. Lots of cheese. And there was every country kanick kanack that you could think of. It was like an issue of Country Living threw up in 5 rooms of the CHEESEBARN. Heh...cheesebarn. Funny stuff.
We got a call about halfway home from the missus telling us that we might want to stall a bit in Mansfield since they were in the middle of severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings and all that rot. But by the time we got home, spent from our day of RAWKING, all was well.
Well, except for the A/C still being out and not being repaired until Monday or Tuesday.
But, what's a rawker gonna do??
3 comments:
Wayne hails from Wooster. I'll inquire if he's every experienced the calcium-laden joy of the Cheese Barn!
It's Christi's mecca... she bows down to the east and prays to it every night!
I dig the R-n-R museum. I went way back in... 2000 maybe? ... whatever year they had the 1960's / Woodstock exhibit. That was sweet. I'm sure it's even more commercialized now then it was back in the day. I need to take the Mrs and the little one there soon.
The cheesebarn sounds remotely familiar. I don't believe I've ever been there, but possibly I've seen signs for it.
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