Oh, boy. I originally intended to write this piece about the triumphant return of one of the greatest hard rock bands of all time, now with ridiculous showman par excellence David Lee Roth at the mic again.
But you know what? I doubt there’ll be any tickets left when the show rolls around, unless you hit craigslist for someone selling theirs for an obscene sum.
If you’re a fanatic of the band (and I know some of you apartment renters out there are) and somehow missed the boat, you may well part with an unmentionable amount of money to see three-quarters of the original group perform a blistering set. (This time the odd man out is bassist Michael Anthony, replaced by Eddie’s son Wolfgang. Anthony’s sin: being a little too friendly with first replacement singer Sammy Hagar, who despite his lack of talent has probably merited more mentions on this blog than anybody else. A nice, rich chap, it’s his voice I don’t like.)
Anyway, this is Van Halen as it’s supposed to be … three-quarters at least.
The Capitols and Wizards are both playing. Even though the Capitals pack’em in and there’s always a chance of a sellout, you’ll be able to find tickets to at least some of these games. If not, you can hit me over the head with one of Sammy’s tequila bottles, or run me over in one of his Ferraris going 55 (maybe one of his only decent songs).
Enough of that guy.
The Verizon Center has another option for a night of revelry: the Green Turtle Sports Bar & Grille, the only Green Turtle in the District.
Of course, once you’re there, there’s the whole of Chinatown to tackle, and Van Halen or no Van Halen, you’ll have a ball. Ask any renter who lives there; they’ll tell ya.
The Gallery Pl-Chinatown Metro station on the Red and Green/Yellow Lines is there for those of you who need more convincing about Chinatown’s potential as your new home.