The Simpsons

-(sucking) -(register beeping)

D'oh!

-Aah! -(tires screech)

Hey, Homer, let's book!

I want to get there in time to whip eggs at the warm-up act.

Wow, my concert-going jacket still fits.

And this is where I used to hide my beer.

Billy beer!

My little guy's first rock concert.

I hope The Spinal Taps don't play too loud.

Oh Marge, I went to thousands of heavy metal concerts

and it never hurt me.

(loud, high-pitched ringing drowning out Marge's voice)

I hear you. Come on, boy.

There goes Davy Crockett

in his bald-skin cap.

In other Spinal Tap news

Mayor Quimby honored the aging super group

in a ceremony at City Hall.

I guess you could say he was trying to "Tap" into the

"spines" of the young voters, huh?

Uh, yeah. Let's play the tape.

Hey, Milhouse, cool jacket.

It cost me 50,000 Bazooka Joe comics.

Now just meet me back here after the show.

Thanks, Dad.

Sure you're not gonna be bored?

Boy, some of the best times I've ever had

were in the back seat of a car.

Ohhh...

Oh, baby.

Ahh.

Official tour '92 T-shirts, $31.

Check it out--

Spinal Tap kicking Moammar Gadhafy

in the butt.

The timeless classic, now 2 for $1.

Hey, hey, hey, Bill and Marty here.

And we're backstage rapping with the Tap.

Fellas, I'm gonna hit you with a phrase that has dogged you

throughout your career--

"Washed up."

Yet here you are, among the top 105 concert acts today.

What's your secret, guys?

Well, after the Berlin Wall fell,

our records started selling

on the dismal side of the Iron Curtain,

and naturally that gave us a boost.

We're very big in Bulgaria, and what's-his-name?

The other Garia.

-Hungaria? -Yeah, whatever.

I can't think of anyone who's benefitted

more from the death of Communism than us.

Maybe the people who actually live in the communist countries.

Oh yeah, I hadn't thought of that. I bet you're right.

On the other hand, each of us just bought our own soccer team.

How many Hungarios can say that, eh?

Test... test...

Gee, I'm sorry, man.

Huh?

About the Frisbee.

Frisbee?

Say, guys, I wonder if you'd mind

recording a couple of promos for us?

Like what?

Maybe you could say

"Nobody rocks like Bill and Marty on KBBL."

We don't know that, do we?

What if somebody rocks as good as you?

Or better. I mean...

We don't want to look stupid.

Okay, we can respect that.

How about, "Rock-a-doodle-doo!

You're listening to Bill and Marty"?

-Yeah, sure. -That's good, yeah.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

I just looked out there, and there's puddles of water

all over the freakin' stage.

Well, I don't want to lie to you boys.

Six days a week the place is a hockey rink.

Well, this is a rock concert

not the bleedin'... splish-splash show.

Ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls...

Duff beer, in association with Laramie cigarettes,

is proud to welcome Spinal Tap!

Medium setting.

Thank you!

All right!

This morning we were driving down...

Route 401...

That's only four miles from my house!

And we thought they knew how to rock in Shelbyville.

But nobody rocks like...

Springfield!

Well, it seems some silly twit

did not get a big enough oxygen pump,

but that's supposed to be a devil.

Filled up with air, it's very evil and impressive.

We salute you, our half-inflated dark lord!

-Oy! -Oy!

Oy!

You know, people think there are only five members of Spinal Tap,

but they are wrong.

Could we turn up the house lights, please?

That was the cue to turn up the house lights

so we can tell the audience

they're the sixth member of the freakin' group!

We are trying to put a tiny thrill

into their gray little lives.

Oh, forget it.

Turn on the lasers.

Aah! My vision.

That's it. Show's over.

Good night, Springden.

There will be no encores.

They were only on for 20 minutes.

What a gyp.

Gnarly show, man.

Want to trash the stage?

Okay.

Aah!

Tonight, a city weeps.

As for the first time ever,

a hockey arena becomes a scene of violence,

following a concert by Spinal Tap.

Mmm, I hope my poor little baby's okay.

See for yourself.

Unh!

Of course it would be wrong to suggest

that this sort of mayhem began with rock and roll.

After all, there were riots

at the premiere of Mozart's The Magic Flute.

So, what's the answer-- ban all music?

In this reporter's opinion, the answer, sadly is yes.

Hi, Mom.

Oh...

Oh, thank God.

Mom, I want to be a rock star.

Mm... we'll discuss it later.

Is Milhouse okay?

Uh... I'll be right back.

Help! Help!

Homer, I've been thinking about what Bart said.

If he's really interested in being a musician

maybe we should buy him a guitar.

That's a waste of money. We already have a guitar.

(playing "Pop Goes the Weasel")

I meant a real guitar.

This is real.

Wow!

And it came with a free instruction book.

Now boy, we spent a lot of money

so you'd better get real good, real fast, or pow!

Homer!

Hey, I thought I was supposed to encourage him?

I'd like to play me latest chart topper.

It's called

"Me Fans Are Stupid Pigs."

Bart, you've got to go on.

Slag off.

You've changed, man.

You used to be about the music.

I said slag off!