Amboy Dukes, The Journey to the Center of the Mind
A young Ted. He was a self-taught prodigy just out of high school when he started this band. Just WOW!
Cobo was packed to the rafters, the concert was louder than a 12GA shotgun discharged next to your ear, and it was THE most rowdy concert I've ever been to (out of hundreds). The Motor City Madman started the concert by jumping off of his giant stack of Fender amps and totally lighting up his Byrdland guitar!
Some dopes were throwing packs of Blackcat firecrackers, and worse, off of the upper balconies onto whomever below. I was with 10 testosterone fueled “Nuge” fanatics who got nailed by the pyros. I rallied the troops to find and destroy the terrorists above.
What I'll never forget is while we were deploying to find the perps, Uncle Ted was in the middle of a blazing guitar solo and stopped midway to ream-out some idiots fighting in the middle of the floor about 8 or 10 rows back. He picked up right where he left off, continuing to annihilate the Byrdland and amps, then he stopped again.
Ted screamed out
"You guys on the left are cool. You guys on the right are cool. But, you guys in the middle are a bunch of A$$holes... and I'm gonna kick your asses!".... Then he literally spring-boarded off of the stage, flew with outstretched fists toward the punks in the middle, and started wailing on them. It totally freaked out his band members and stage security.
After the dust settled - the fans were a little more cool to their neighbors and Uncle Ted got back to smoking his Fender amps and our ears.
It was surreal and probably the best rock concert I've been to over the last (er ah) 36 years (ouch).