Last night I was asked to drop by and watch director Frankie Nasso shoot a music video for the group…Hellyeah.

‘Hellyeah”, I said, I’ll be there. I was ready for one helluva time.

For those who aren’t as hip as this blogster thought he was, Hellyeah is a “super group” made up of players from some of the great thrasher bands like Vinnie Paul from Pantera. It was fun, but I realized I was too old to be there when I decided that I wanted to dance in front of one of the musclecars, a cherry Olds 442, while the band ripped. I was about to kick into my patented “Fergilicious Stomp” when I was asked by a PA if I’d mind not doing that, “Why?”, I asked, knowing the what the answer would be. “You’re really not in our demographic range,” he said. Funny, you a-hole. What he meant was, “You, sir, are too old.”

I let you in on a little secret, 50 is NOT the new 30.

I didn’t matter. I am too old to be in a Hellyeah video. I knew it the moment I showed up. I once wrote a country and western song called, “why does it take me all night long to do what I used to do all night long.”

After being kicked off the set, I looked at my watch. 9:30. If I left now, I could be back in Dallas by 10, showered and in bed by 10:30 with my warm cup of milk and a cookie. As I was leaving, I saw a very attractive young, dancing and gyrating wildly to the music. She wasn’t wearing very much in the way clothing. All I could think was, “how did she get out of the house wearing that???”

I’m too old.

Tonight is going to be interesting, to say the least. Hellyeah!

I am going to meet the band Pantera! Hellyeah!

I was invited to this hallabaloo by a bright, young director named Frankie Nasso, who I recently met in New York. Frankie assured me that I would enjoy the experience. I told him that I had attended a couple of “goat ropings” in my life and even entered a “wild cow milking contest” as a teenage. But a Pantera video shoot? Hellyeah!

All I know about these guys is this: the lead singer “Dime Bag” Darrell Abbott was killed on stage by a deranged fan. Then, I searched Wikipedia. My goodness there’s more written about these guys than President Obama! Incredible. I haven’t listened to any of their music yet. But I do like the titles to their CDs…Cowboys From Hell and Vulgar Display of Power. Hell Yeah!

These guys sound like my kinda guys. Remember, they are “Cowboys from Hell” and I am a “Cowboy from Hico” We have something in common!Hellyeah!

Will report back tomorrow about my experience with Pantera!

Hellyeah!

I just read that the Library of Congress plans to archive every public tweet since Twitter’s service started wasting our time four years ago.

Why? So that future generations will be able to read where Kim Kardashian partied Friday night?

The answer to that question is “YES”. “It offers history value to data during slices of history,” a spokesman told USAToday.

That means that in the near future this Tweet will find its rightful place into the same Library that houses the “Gettysburg Address.”

Makes no senses to me..

I always liked Bob Garfield even before I got to know him. I have enjoyed reading his reviews in Advertising Age for my entire career. After a quarter of a century at AdAge, Bob is hanging it up to become a consultant.

A couple of years ago, I invited Bob to join a group of creative guys who were heading over to Lee Harvey’s for a post-party party. The group was a virtual whos-who of creative leaders in the U.S. Bob had been the MC at a roast of former DDB chairman Keith Reinhard. He was actually kinda funny that night. On the way out, I asked him to along. To our surprise, he actually joined us.

After a few cocktails, he told me that this was the first time he’d ever gone out with a group like this. He never wanted to get to know the creatives guys, like myself, that he reviewed. He thought it would temper his criticism of us, if got to know us very well. Therefore, he stayed away. I can certainly understand where he was coming from. But at the same time, I thought it was kinda sad. But we had a great time that night…and he stuck with me an $83 tab. I still have it tucked away in box of crazy stuff that I have collected over the years. I thought someday, after a bad review, I would send it to Bob and say, “you can’t treat me like that, you owe me $83.”

But, unfortunately, that never happened.

Good luck, Bob.