Here's the place for that story about how you ran into Jerry in the halls of Autodesk. Or some such. Thank you for sharing!
I'm a noblesville Indiana native and I slightly remember the stories of the "gate crashing". Any stories would be greatly appreciated
to which I carpooled with some fellow Oakland residents, also bound for the meeting. And as we reached the bottom of the off-ramp, we simultaneously went into a chorus of "dang, we miss the Marin City Flea Market!" Which was the best flea market EVER, and fell prey to some development project years ago.
So great a flea market that I once ran into Robert and Maureen Hunter there, about a quarter century ago.
everytime they play.
At least I thought it was at first. Turns out it was Stefan, but for a minute I thiought I had peaked too soon.
Sometime in the early 80's stepped into the elevator at the Alladin with Jerry, Bob, Bill and Mickey. Six or seven other heads on the elevator yapping away to jerry, I for the first time became tongue tied. Ironically after all those years of Jerry talking to me telapathically down in the front row of countless shows he didn't recognize me in the elevator. lol
It was the summer 2003 tour wnen the dead were playing 5 days at Red Rocks and they had a Wednesday or Thursday off between shows. I was working at a jersey store on the 16th street mall and still a little stoned and hungover from the previous nights show. I was out having a smoke on the side of the building when I hear 3 guys wondering where a baby clothing store is at. I hear one of them say "ask one of the merchants and they can tell you" I look up and its Bobby. I say "can I help you? Hey your'e Bobby!" He said yeah "do you know where a baby store is at?" I said I dont but the other guy I work with does so come on in my store. The other guy was an 18 year old kid and the extent of his music was Jay-Z and Eminem so he had no idea who Bobby was. I say hey man can I get an autograph and kind of looking around for this mob of deadhead who might have been hdidng around the corner to get Bobby. (Man I was high!) He says he will give an autograph. So I go in the back and find DP 18 and he signs it. I say thanks And told him I'll put that with his pick I got at a RD show. He then goes along his business. After he leaves I realize I had a copy of American Beauty with me but I was so out of it he signed a DP. Oh well.
I also met Clapton at that store too but thats an entirely different story.
My father told me a story of when he used to be a security guard for a hotel in Syracuse, the Dead played here and he was going up the elevator and and Jerry came on. Jerry lit up a cigarette, and my dad said, "Hey, you can't smoke in here!" And Jerry laughed and blew smoke in my father's face. My dad looks back and laughs about it today.
Vince Welnick -
My father's business was to rent out his Hammond B3 organ to bands coming to Syracuse and around CNY, and Vince Welnicks group in the late 90's played and he borrowed the organ. Unfortunatley he said he was kind of a jerk, was really drunk and kept yelling at my dad and his friends about the organ. Said he was gonna smash it and stuff like that. During the whole show, Vince left a big crystal rock on the organ. I'm not sure if that was a good luck charm or something... But he left it there on the organ after the show because he stormed out yelling at my dad. I'm not saying Vince was a bad person, but it was just a bad encounter I guess. But anyway, my father gave me his crystal rock, and now it sits on my Marshall stack and I bring it with my at every gig I play. I wonder if anyone else knows about this rock?
with enough body and integrity for the serious cabernet lover lol
One of my clients is a new newsletter/Web site called dogtrekker.com. The latest issue came out yesterday, and I just about fell out of my chair laughing when I found this.
Apparently the guy has a pretty amazing poster collection in the tasting room too. Wine buffs take note!
that must have been quite a scene!