It was August 8th, 1995 – and Ace was back, again. It seemed he was coming through a lot around then ….China Club, Cubby Bear, The Avalon. We were there and I gotta say I miss those times on my Ace timeline, when you had no idea what might happen.
That aside, this was an ultra-weird venue for an Ace Frehley show. It was downtown in the tourist district as it were and the Dome Room was really just a dance club: a bullshit, over-priced pick up joint that felt like the live set from Purple Rain. It was lightly attended in ‘Ace in Chicago’ terms largely because the venue was not on rock fans radar and, even if you did know about it, was basically “not our scene man”. We almost got arrested outside the correctional center pre-show…long story.
Anyway ….Ace and his band were loose, rockin’ and surprisingly dialed if characteristically sloppy. I heard “Sister” live for the first time that night….seemed pretty fresh in Ace terms: like Parasite met the 80’s on an octane bender, very Ace.
At one point we all lost track of my (then) girlfriend. She was gone. WTF? (No cell phones then kids). We waited till the floor cleared post-show to see if she emerged but still no sign of her? We waited a bit longer and then had no choice but to walk out of the club only to find her sitting on the front steps apparently fine and pretty charged up.
So yeah, get this ……she had been “ejected from the club when I tried to steal the Space Bear for you!!”
Uh …. you fucking what? ….are you crazy! She quickly confirmed….”When they left the stage just before the encore I climbed up when the lights were low and snagged the Space Bear off Ace’s amp ……but they saw me … the roadies …. they we’re fucking pissed!!!!…. they grabbed me and picked up and took me backstage, past Ace and the band and all the way to the backstage door and threw me out!! One of the guys said “you’re lucky your alive bitch” and slammed the door. Ahh, I see, you’re ok….. holy shit babe.
“Now do you know how much I love you?” she asked laughing along hilariously with our drunken friends. I replied delicately, all things considered, I guess still in shock? ….. “to be honest babe, I’ve got mixed feelings”
I was there for all of those shows.
I was there for those shoes too. My husband was probably waiting with you at the Dome room after the show. I was a part of the Rock Soldiers fan club, my husband was too embarrassed to join. Ace was sitting down back stage, could barely get up the energy to talk or sign, but Richie Scarlett, shouted “you ROCK!”, as I walked toward their private bar. I was up front dancing most of the night. We chatted for a bit, but I had to go find my husband. Had a blast that night. It was a much better show than the Avalon, where they showed up late and had technical delays. Years earlier at the Vic was awesome.