UPDATED List of Concerts I’ve Been To (including seeing #TomPetty last week!)
0Last Thursday night, I got to see Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in concert at the Amway Arena in Orlando, Florida. That was something a LONG TIME coming. You see, Full Moon Fever remains, to this day, one of my all time favorite albums. Somehow, though, I never got the chance to see Tom Petty in concert… until last week
His opening act was a young lady named Regina Spektor. Shannon knew who she was. I recognized one of her songs from an episode of Veronica Mars.
Thus, here is the updated list:
*NSYNC (@ Universal’s CityWalk)
Aerosmith
Ashlee Simpson (at Sunfest)
Barenaked Ladies (@ Universal’s Mardi Gras)
Beach Boys
Ben Folds
Bette Midler
Billie Myers
Bon Jovi
Bryan Adams
Cheap Trick
Chicago
Collective Soul
Cumbawamba
Everclear
Faith No More
Fiona Apple (at Sunfest)
Guns & Roses II aka “Axl & Friends”
Guns & Roses (2 times)
Heart
Ice Cube (at Lollapalooza ’92)
Jane’s Addiction
Joan Jett (@ Disney’s Pleasure Island)
Journey (2 times)
Jimmy Buffett (7 times)
Katy Perry
Lifehouse
Matchbox Twenty
Metallica (2 times)
Ministry (@ Lollapalooza ’92)
Nine Inch Nails
Night Ranger
Papa Roach
Pearl Jam (@ Lollapalooza ’92)
Peter Gabriel
The Ramones (@ Lollapalooza ’96)
The Red Hot Chili Peppers (@ Lollapalooza ’92)
Regina Spektor
Richard Marx
Right Said Fred
Robyn
Savage Garden
Sebastian Bach
The Scorpions
Sheryl Crow (at Sunfest)
Soundgarden (3 times)
Sponge (@ Lollapalooza ’96)
Squirrel Nut Zippers (@ Universal’s Mardi Gras)
The Spice Girls
Stan Bush
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tori Amos (2 times)
Van Halen (with Sammy Hagar)
Voltaire (@ The Nightmare Before Thanksgiving)
“Weird Al” Yankovic (2 times)
Wilson Pickett
Acts listed in bold have a link to a blog post or photos from the show. There are other posts, too, but that will have to wait for another concert list update in the future once I finish retroactively categorizing my past blog posts.
Dave & Tom’s Excellent Adventure (Stuart, Florida circa 1992)
0You know that fear that wells up inside when your parents dig up embarrassing old photos and videos of you and shows them to your friends? I have found a way to combat that fear.
I show them to the Internet before they can.
In 1991, my friend Dave DeRosa and I got decided that Martin County High School was sorely lacking a “Motion Picture Club.” I mean, they had clubs for everything else – so why not one for nerds who like to MAKE movies. (Back then, it wasn’t as commonplace as it is now.) Thus, we got off our respective asses, found a teacher to sponsor the club, and started shooting movies with my old VHS camcorder. A number of short films were created in my back yard and various other locales in the sleepy beach town of Stuart, Florida. Most of these gems from my childhood have been lost forever in various moves and changes in formats.
Our most ambitious film project we plotted for our newly formed high school club was to create a full length motion picture: Dave & Tom’s Excellent Adventure. As you may have guessed, Dave and I enjoyed a fascination with two popular film dudes and based our parody on their exploits. My Keanu voice impression wasn’t half bad back then.
In retrospect, this video makes a clever time capsule of our shared home town town from twenty years ago.
(Sweet Jesus, we’re fucking old.)
I’m sure I’ll sit through all forty eight minutes again one night a draw out of more detailed list of “look for this!” sort of stuff, but for now – keep an eye our for a cameo from an actual DeLorean AND footage of the old Martin Square Mall movie theater (that no longer exists.)
Enjoy:
Japan Day 4: Shibuya Station and SO MANY PEOPLE!
1Things have been busy, but I’m picking up where I left off on my post back on April 9th.
When we were last reading about my zany adventures in Japan, I had just left the Imperial Palace with Rob and Jason and the three of us were on our way to check out the world famous intersection at Shibuya Station.
When we got there, the bustle of people lived up to the place’s reputation. See?
Still not buying it? Maybe this will help: I took a video of us walking through the crowd when the lights changed and the pedestrians all crossed the road:
Crazy, right? I know what you’re thinking; you’re thinking, “Tom, why do you use the phrase ‘mass of humanity’ so much when narrating?”
Great question! I was tired, less than articulate, and (honestly) it’s a really good descriptive phrase when talking about the mass of humanity that the population of…
Dammit. I did it again.
Moving on.
We walked around the town for a bit stopping in various shops. I took a photo of this in a movie store because it seemed funny to me (and because I really, really like those movies:)
Every once and a while we’d see some super cute Japanese girls in fashionable outfits. My wife asked me to try and get photos (she LOVES Japanese fashion) when I was near Harajuku. The problem was, though, that I didn’t want to be “that creepy American guy” with the camera. (We have enough of those at American anime conventions already; you know who they are.)
Solution? Rob would volunteer to act like he was posing for a photo. Notice him to the right of this shot:
As we continued down the street, we hard a lot of chanting and noise and walked towards it expecting a parade or something. It turns out that we stumbled upon a nuclear protest in Shibuya. People were walking through the street (a LOT of people) protesting with signs and chanting.
We ran into the crowd again later that day when we made it to Harajuku. Before making it to the world famous fashion district, though, we saw some interesting things. Things like a McDonald’s and (what I assume to be) a member of the Japanese version of ZZ Top:
COLORS. The city around the Shibuya are is just a blast of advertisements, signs, and architecture:
Holy crap. A PHONE BOOTH!
Remember in my earlier post when I mentioned I saw an El Camino in Japan? I was telling the truth. See?
No, this isn’t photoshopped. It’s a REAL Tower Records store still open.
Speaking of “towers,” we passed this shop along the way:
The closer we got to Harajuku, the more crowded it got. The most interesting thing about this photo is the fact that you can see not just one, but two (TWO!) Caucasians in the crowd. While this sounds like sarcasm, it’s not. Seeing other non-Japanese people in Japan was a rare sight.
(Here’s a larger version of the above photo so you can look for Waldo.)
I took this photo to illustrate a point. In Japan, it is considered impolite to walk and eat at the same time (unlike America where everyone in the city is gulping a cup of coffee or chewing down a hot dog.) Thus, the Japanese will stop and eat before continuing going somewhere:
Spelling “softened” in Engrish since 1977…
And then we finally arrived at the street made mainstream at Target shopper friendly thanks to Gwen Stefani:
Continued later…
Rest In Peace, Sharon Croom
4Walt Disney was a lying sack of shit.
Allow me to explain.
About seventeen years ago, my father got remarried to a woman named Sharon. At that point in my life, though, I was fully grown and had moved out on my own so he, she and I never lived under the same roof. My immediate expectation, though, when my father entered into this new chapter of his life was that I was allegedly getting something that years of Walt’s animated films had taught me to expect: a wicked stepmother.
It took time to learn that the propaganda perpetuated by the House of Mouse was grossly misinformed… at least in my case.
First off: Sharon Croom wasn’t my stepmother since she never raised me. More importantly, she never tried to be. She respected who I was in relation to our shared family connections and never attempted to impose more than a very close and loving friendship. She loved my dad and (by extension) expressed her love for me. She was genuine, honest, and a very caring person who loved me without knowing me more than the occasional communication and visits and through the stories from my dad.
She was an amazing woman.
Aside from not being (or trying to be) my “stepmother” – Sharon was far from being a wicked person. The moment she met my girlfriend over a decade ago (now my wife) she embraced her as an immediate part of the family. Sharon had a gift of being family without the need to impose the actions for forcing a family relationship on me.
Here’s my favorite example/memory of this: Each year, Sharon would make it her mission to impress me on Christmas. She did so not by the seeking out the most expensive or gaudy gift she could, but by genuinely putting time, thought, and research into something she honestly believed I wouldn’t expect and would (at the same time) be impressed by.
Before they were commonplace technology, USB drives (originally called a “disk on key”) were rare and hard to come by. Sharon knew I was a tech nerd and had stumbled upon this new gadgetry.
That Christmas I opened a 128 MB (yes… MB) “disk-on-key.” I had no idea what is was when I opened it, but when I read the documentation I was amazed, impressed, and thankful.
Mission accomplished.
This was the type of woman she was; a person who shared her love by understanding the complexity of love and relationships. She was an amazing woman and I am glad that she was a part of mine and Shannon’s lives and (most importantly) the woman who loved my father.
A couple of weeks ago, my father called me while I was in a business trip to Atlanta and informed me that Sharon had cancer and it was diagnosed as terminal. No one expected things to move as quickly as they did, though, at that point.
Last Thursday, dad called me (before I left the country for the weekend) to let me know that hospice was on their way to the house to assess Sharon’s condition.
When I got back in the states on Sunday, I got word that the doctors had given Sharon less than two weeks. I made arrangements with my office and drove to St. Petersburg, Florida (where they live) the next afternoon. By the time Shannon and I got there, Sharon had already been moved to a local hospice center.
The doctors had shifted her time frame to less than 48 hours.
We spent Tuesday with her, my dad, and her children (Jack and Whitney.) Sometimes, when you know there’s nothing that can be done, just being there is the most important thing in the world.
Late last night, Jack called me let me know that Sharon had passed.
I’m sitting in their house typing this and sharing in the memories of a woman who touched my life, my father’s, and countless others. Being here you can feel that this house was always one filled with love thanks to her.
May she rest in peace.

So #Hipster It Hurts & I’M (almost) ON A BOAT!
0Good morning Internet! I am writing you a short note to let you know that I will miss you for the next few days. You see, I am getting on a boat for the Bahamas to see some guy and some girl get hitched.
This means two things:
1. I won’t be able to access teh Interwebz. As of about 2:00 PM today, I won’t be answering my phone and I’ll be counting the moments until I lose signal from any sort of cell tower.
2. I totally get to rock my new hipster hat on the boat while listening to music on my iPhone.
Expect pictures and other zany stuff when I return (and, yes, I still have to post the Tokyo DisneySEA stories from Japan; I know.)
Phil’s BBQ in San Diego, California…
0[In "The Count" voice] Seventeen! Seventeen MAN V. FOOD locations! AH! AH! AH! AH!
- Philippe the Original in Los Angeles, California
- Orochon Ramen in Los Angeles, California
- Bub’s Burgers & Ice Cream in Indianapolis, Indiana
- Al’s #1 Italian Beef in Chicago, Illinois
- Edward’s Drive-In in Indianapolis, Indiana
- Big Pie in the Sky Pizzeria in Kennesaw, Georgia
- La Moon in Miami, Florida
- Joe’s Stone Crab in Miami, Florida
- The Old Salty Dog in Sarasota, Florida
- Hot N Juicy Crawfish in Las Vegas, Nevada
- The NASCAR Cafe in Las Vegas, Nevada
- Shula’s Steak House in Miami, Florida
- Gladys Knight And Ron Winans’ Chicken And Waffles in Atlanta, Georgia
- The Jack-N-Grill in Denver, Colorado
- The Buckhorn Exhange in Denver, Colorado
- The Vortex in Atlanta, Georgia
Yes, the show is off the air. Yes, Adam Richman has moved on to other projects. Yes, I am still tracking down locations.
AND YES, THEY CONTINUE TO BE AWESOME.
When I landed in Los Angeles for my trip in early March, I immediately went from LAX (Los Angeles International Airport) to the pick up my rental car. This time, though, I tried a different company: Hertz.
(Trust me, this is important to the whole Man v. Food thing. Stay with me.)
Before flying out, I signed up for their rewards program and rented the same thing I always rent: economy class something or other with all the insurance on it because (duh) it’s California and their traffic sucks. The guy at the counter was really nice when I picked up my car and noticed I was a new Hertz reward program member. He asked if I was the only driver and I answered yes and explained I was in town for the weekend on business. They guy grinned and said that he would like to give me a free upgrade. Who was I to say no? Here’s what he gave me:
That’s right – a brand new red convertible Mustang. That thing didn’t even have 300 miles on it when I started the engine.
Now, getting this car significantly reduced my stress regarding driving in California – not just because it is an AWESOME set of wheels, but because I own a similar car back home. Thus I was VERY familiar with operating the vehicle and felt much better navigating the local highways without trying to remember where the A/C controls are.
Back to my story about food: the last day in town, Marc from the SPJA asked if I would mind driving down to San Diego for the evening to meet his wife and have dinner. I said that would be fine, but I had one request: we visit a Man v. Food location. Marc explained that he already had a place picked out that was legendary in San Diego… some BBQ place. Willing to compromise, though, he looked up the Man v. Food website to see what locations were listed for San Diego.
No compromise was needed. His “legendary BBQ place” was none other than Phil’s BBQ – a featured location from MvF fame.
After the afternoon meeting/open house was complete, we hit the road. This is that part where the car comes in – part of enjoying a meal is enjoying the time spent having the meal. Something as simple as the drive to and from a restaurant can sometimes make all the difference in the world.
In this case, the drive was legen…
wait for it…
DARY.
I put the top down on the Mustang since it was a clear night. The weather was cool and I drove down the Pacific Coast Highway from Anaheim to San Diego. Along the way I watched mountains to my left and the ocean to my right as I cruised along the asphalt. As a “road trip” kind of guy I was in absolute heaven. It was breathtaking.
We made it to Phil’s BBQ and there was a line out the door that extended around the building. Seriously. People were waiting in line to get into this place because the food was allegedly THAT GOOD. I was stunned. I remember waiting in lines to check these places out before (like the line at Philippe’s) but this was just insane.
Right about now you are probably asking, “Tom, you’re such a camera junkie with your cell phone, why isn’t there a photo of this supposed line for your readers to see?”
GREAT QUESTION.
You ever see the movie Goodfellas? (If not, you fail at life. Go see it right now.) In the movie, there is a famous scene where Henry is taking his future wife out to dinner to a really popular restaurant. Because of who he is, though, he doesn’t wait in line. Instead, he takes her around back and they walk into the kitchen and he says hi to everyone as they walk by. By the time they get into the restaurant, someone has set up a table for them. This footage is one of the most famous steady cam shots in film history. You can see it here: http://youtu.be/3Sr-vxVaY_M
Well, it turns out that Marc has known the staff and Phil for years. We walked around the side of the building and entered through one of the exits. Just like Henry Hill, Marc said hello to each server and hostess and referred to them by name. He was the Goodfella of BBQ. I was simultaneously amazed and impressed.
THUS – no photo of the line. There wasn’t time.
Suddenly we were inside and seated. Marc went to order (you do so at the counter) and asked what I wanted. I deferred to his taste and told him to get me something the place was known for. He did and after a short time, this arrived in front of me:
The first thing to remember about BBQ is that you can have the best meat in the world, but the taste and experience can be destroyed in an instant if you don’t have good sauce. Phil’s has OMGAMAZINGMYMOUTHISEXPLODINGINECSTASY SAUCE. I’m not exaggerating, folks. I bought some of it and flew it home to Florida where is sitting in my refrigerator and taken out on “special occasions.” (Kind of like the nice bottle of wine you keep for holidays and guests.)
The sauce was tangy, spicy (but not too spicy,) and smokey all at the same time. Added to the fact that the chicken on the plate was some of the best, juiciest, most brilliantly prepared chicken I had ever had made sure that Phil’s lived up to the expectation set by seeing that line out the door.
Phil’s BBQ has extraordinary food that is matched by its service. All the staff were nice, personable, and eager to make sure our drinks were filled and our meals were great. The next time I find myself in San Diego I plan on going back.

































