An epic night. Been 20 years since these two shared the same stage. They decided to do it one night. One night only. Happened in Orem, Utah. Mckay Events Center at UVU. Packed house. Below is a video of some of the highlights. It was all shot from my iPhone so I apologize if the quality isn’t the best (I used Cycorder). Sound is loud cuz we were right in front of their speakers.
Your video guide:
0:24 – Hammer and Ice chilling at the front of the stage together.
1:03 – Hammer does some sick moves right in front of us.
1:36 – Vanilla Ice sees my hot wife &gives a handshake, or whatever that was.
2:00 – A chubby girl goes and gets freak nasty with Vanilla Ice. Kinda funny.
2:27 – You see Rachel and I for a sec. I turn the phone around.
2:44 – I have a bunch of Hammer’s moves, edited to just capture the good stuff
3:40 – Too Legit to Quit. One of Hammer’s classics
4:10 – Old School “Too Legit” choreo.
4:48 – One of Hammer’s background dancers looks like Sanjaya from American Idol a few seasons ago. Gotta pause it exactly on 4:48 to see it.
5:05 – Vanilla Ice doing his “Ice Ice Baby.” It was dark, so quality isn’t very good here. But you get the idea. I edited this…taking out all the really poor quality segments.
It was a friend of ours who hooked us up with the tickets. Thanks Matt Anderson. We appreciate it. Anyway, the concert was alotta fun. I knew Vanilla was gonna be entertaining cuz I had seen him perform at a house party while I was Princeton (I was front and center there too, believe it or not, giving him high fives left and right). And Hammer was awesome too. He brought a crew of dancers (including his son, very talented) and brought some moves of his own as well. We ended up at the very front of the stage after a lot of pushing, shoving, elbowing, wiggling our way up to the front of the crowd. It took a lot of angry people, looks, and murmers by the people around us…but we finally got there. It was well worth it.
Vanilla Ice was talked about how family/friends were the most important thing in the world; He also gave a huge shout out to soldiers who had recently returned from Iraq. Hammer told us that prayer was the solution to the world’s problems…and he did a nice song to it. Hammer also gave a Twitter shout out. I didn’t like it. I like how Twitter is not mainstream yet. I feel special on it. The underground party ya know.
When I was younger, I used to have really bad nightmares. It was insane. You can ask anyone in my family. I would get up in my sleep and run around the house…and it would all be part of my nightmare.
One nightmare I do remember very vividly is the one where a bunch of scary dudes were after me. They drove a black van and they were all dressed in black with black masks and they had huge guns. They were chasing me. They looked like huge European dudes and it looked like something straight out of a spy movie or something. It might have happened during a time in my life where I’d read a lot of Hardy Boys. Not sure.
I remember the nightmare, but I don’t remember what I did in the house. According to my brother and those present, this is what I did. I’d run and hide behind couches, get under the kitchen table, lay under different beds and towards the end of it I ran downstairs and hid under my father’s home office desk. Of course, I was yelling, screaming, crying, sobbing….in a crazy nightmare trance.
What I do remember is my brother Blake helping me wake up. I don’t think my parents were there (not sure where they were during that particular nightmare…I don’t think this was late at night) so Blake was there spraying my face with water using a water bottle. That’s how I woke up (the water bottle method worked in helping me get out of that stuff). That nightmare was scary.
I hated having my nightmares. Hated them. When I saw this picture below…it brought me back to some of my worst nightmares. It was not a good time at all. Sad.
I first met Rachel’s family in San Diego while we were all there to see Rachel run a marathon a few years ago. As her brothers and I were in the car chasing Rachel around the marathon course (cheering her on, etc), only one song was played. The Song was “Looking for Freedom” by David Hasselhoff. Rachel’s brothers put the song on repeat. We put the windows down, sang along like maniacs, and for four hours (yes, that’s how long Rachel’s marathon was) we found ourselves acting like Baywatch-worshipping German girls on the verge of puberty.
I heard more Hoff there than most people hear in an entire lifetime.
The day after the marathon, Rachel and I had our first kiss on Coronado Island in San Diego. The flame was ignited. We fell in love. Long story short, I’m now happily married to Rachel.
Having reflected on the experience and really taking a close look at what happened, I realize that I owe it all to The Hoff. He absolutely, positively put me in “the mood” the day before. His words were ingrained in my soul and for a while there, I felt like I could be just like The Hoff. Rachel would drool at my feet and beg to swim through my chest hair. Hoff gave me the confidence I needed, the inspiration I desired, and the Mojo every man spends a lifetime pursuing.
Hey Hoff, this post is for you. I couldn’t have done it without you.
Here’s the song that put me where I am today.
And here’s a Do-it-yourself posable paper to play with…complete with a built-in chest-hair clip-on.
This picture totally looks like my father-in-law (“him”) and his brothers. Now of course…this is back in the day when butt-hugger shorts, greasy mullets and handle-bar mustaches were a turn-on. They love to run and it just reminded me of my father-in-law, the Ricko. :)
The Song was “Looking for Freedom” by David Hasselhoff. Rachel’s brothers put the song on repeat. We put the windows down, sang along like maniacs, and for four hours (yes, that’s how long Rachel’s marathon was) we found ourselves acting like Baywatch-worshipping German girls on the verge of puberty.
