Eric Gullichsen (not to mention Barlow and two of the then-little Barlowettes) can back me up!
You work at Autodesk, Dew?
(((marye))) ~ hehehehe . . . I'll bet you just made that up . . . silly . . .
Well, dew, maybe it was because I ran into him there myself! Maybe on the same day! It was in the early days of virtual reality and he was invited in to play with the toys and I (being a computer mag editor at the time) was given a heads up to be there. Pretty darn cool.
I was at the Spectrum in Philly, fall of 1989 (I don't remember which night this happened) with my tour sistah Lisa. I liked hanging with her; she had a knack for running into fun people. The night before she had introduced me to her high school buddy, a guy named John who played harmonica and sang, and I got together with John and a few other guys, and we jammed at her house in N.J. Before I split back to Philly, John mentioned his band had a CD coming out, and that he didn't have any copies yet, but he hoped I'd look out for it and get it; it was just self-titled "Blues Traveler." So that was fun.
So we're at the Spectrum, and it's sliding into "Drums." This is one of my fave parts, and I pretty much am entirely unaware of what's going on around me while focusing on the rhythm devils. Our seats were on the floor, on the left side of the front-of-house soundboard. As I was watching, I noticed a couple of guys slip past me in the dark and up the little step-stool onto the platform where the mixing board is. Lisa immediately starts tugging on my shirt, trying to get my attention. I pretended I didn't notice. She did it again; I ignored it again. I was annoyed, because she knew how much I liked Drums. Finally, she just grabbed my face and turned my head a few degrees to the right, and said "look who that is." I had wait for my eyes to adjust to the light, and I quickly realized that Brent was at the soundboard along with some other guy who was probably his security/bodyguard, and they were having a rather heated discussion about something with the foh crew. Of course, I couldn't hear a word, I could only see that they were all kind of pointing with their fingers and gesturing and stuff, like there was some kind of disagreement going on. I figured it was likely something serious for Brent to actually come out to the foh board during the show. a minute later, he and the apparent security guy with him turned and walked past us again. Lisa and I both said hi as he walked by (we were on the end of the row in the two seats closest to the board; I don't think anyone else in our row even noticed him), and he stopped, smiled and said hi and shook our hands, which I thought was pretty damn gracious. They went into a small door that seemed to lead under the first-level seating deck, and a few minutes later he was back on the stage for "Space." I never thought I'd actually get to meet a member of the Grateful Dead during a Grateful Dead concert, but there it was : )
I bumped into Jer at Musee D'Orsay in Paris in October 1990 before one of the Paris shows.
He was looking at impressionist paintings and had Keelin with him in a pushchair
OK, back in 86 or 87 or 88?? around that time, I was walking down the street in NYC somewhere around Grand Central,, minding my own Beezewax. who do I see? I spy with my little eye, Bobby and a couple of friends (I did not recognize them) walking toward me... the Bobby Band was playing later that night, and, of course, I had tix. It was about 3 in the afternoon.
I step in front of him, put out my hand.
me: 'yo, Bobby, what's up, man? how you doin'?' (we shake hands)
me: 'so, like, yo, bobby, I'm going to see your show tonight!!!'
me: 'so, bobby, man, I'll see you later, man. have a great show!!!'
me: 'nice to meet you, man.'
Weir: "yeah, could I please have my hand back?"
something like that... ( -:
hey ! ~ how did you know that I ran into Jerry in the halls of Autodesk ? ! ? . . . as I recall, it went something like this~ I was in a hurry and I literally ran into him . . . and he said ~ HEY ! . . . and I said ~ OOPS ! ~ . . . ~ sorry Jerry, I beg your pardon ~ . . . and he said, no problemo dude . . . and I said ~ Cool ! . . . or some such . . .