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First, let me state that my girl's dad was the accountant for the Joe Perry Project, he keeps showing me the "Thanks" section on the album with his name on it.
Worst concert for me was Richard Marx at Lake Compounce. Won tickets on the radio for being the tenth caller...Ol' WAQY didn't say what the prize was, so I called up thinking it would be good.
After I won the tiockets, I had sold them to a buddy of mine, but unbenounced to me, my girlfriend at the time heard me on the radio, and was psyched that I had won tickets to her favorite singign star.
She got drunk and started throwing pretzels at this chucklehead with one of those fedoras with the satin tie around it.
OH BOY!
I never called a radio station to win a prize ever again!!!
Rick
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