5 CD LIVE BOX SET 1965-1995 COMING OUT NOV 6!
I know what I want for my b-day.
Ironically enough, I decided to do SUmmer tour 95 after a friend had talked about it, saying something along the lines of, 'You never know." I made about 60 dyes in 3 days and headed to DC. Never found any of the people I was looking for there, but, hey. . .
I found a bus full of kids from Ohio and wound up riding with them.
I remember winding up in Pittsburgh, and that was a rough scene. Lots of scary people in Metallica t-shirts on the lot to fry themselves on ten dollar (!@#&!@#!) balloons, having no interest whatsoever in the band. Lots of fights and narcs and, unfortunately for me, LOTS of people selling tie-dyes, and me pretty much broke.
So the show started up and most of the Ohio kids took their ticketbastards and went in. The one guy and I remained outside, listening to the distant music start up, hoping for a miracle but not having too much hope that it would happen as the first set went on. Nonetheless, I kept my grubby little finger up.
Suddenly, some woman approached my pal and I, handing us a nice flat ticket stub and the ticketbastard receipt, which was nearly identical to a ticket. “Here,” she said, “hold them like this, toghether, and you can get in to the floor. . .”
So we headed off to the floor seating entrance and approached the older, shaky-looking ticket taker. No way it’s gonna work. But he didn’t give us a second look, just grabbed the ‘tickets’ and started trying to tear them. Awwwww, man, WE’RE GETTING IN! But the old dude was having problems tearing the tickets, and suddenly some young busybody in a staff jacket bustled over, “Waaaa-aait a minute.”
Shit, we were so sure it was gonna happen. In the blink of an eye we were back outside. And my finger was back up in the air. “You know, Lizz, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen. I’m just gonna go back to the b-”
Like a whirlwind, a man suddenly burst out through the gates to the stadium. “You need tickets?” He asked. I was too stunned to say anything, but my friend concurred and grabbed the two tickets from the man’s hand before he dissappeared to make several other people’s days.
We screamed and bounced our way back toward the gate! The old shaky ticket taker had been replaced by the evil young suspicious guy, but he had nothing on us now. These tickets were real, they were floor seats and they were comps!
We continued farting rainbows all the way in. It was intermission. We squeezed further and further forward until it seemed prudent not to go further. After a few seconds, the boys appeared again. As they struck the first chords to ‘Rain,’ the sky opened up and dumped its goods on us. Continued into LL Rain and Box of Rain (IIRC, I don’t, unfortunately, have the tape) and we were getting more and more drenched. Loving every moment of it. Saturated an entire can of tobacco and probably didn’t do my health much good (Later that week I came down with the ‘Ick,’ and can definitely say I’ve been blessed by thousands of Heads). Miracle had never sounded so sweet. That was the show that swallowed my soul.
Life is short. Make fun of it.