oh my, i'm going to have to tell an embarrassing story about the Moving Pictures tour...

i went to see them in '81 at (again) the Cow Palace (my dad knew the promoter, so we got free tix to a lot of...rawkin shows). my buddy was freaked about bringing his stash in, so i smuggled them in in the bottom of my Fry's boots, under my big bells. to thank me, he took me up in the nosebleed seats, where we split a quarter gram in like, two blizzardous honks.

so i go back to my seat, norted clear out of my 15 year old mind, and somehow figure that it'd be a good idea to throw a lit firecracker down onto the arena floor.

the next thing i know, i'm standing outside the Cow Palace, looking up at the giant walls as the rain comes down. shit like that tends to infringe on the buzz a wee bit.

but i still had my pass, so i returned to the front gate and fed them some story about having to get $ from the car...and slunk past the security office very furtively indeed, arriving back at my seat to the astonishment of my friends. neal took a great solo that night.

there was probably a lesson in this somewhere, but my history would suggest that i forgot it.