In April of 2003, I went to see Ratdog at The State Theatre in Fall's Church, Va. It was a rainforest benefit. My friend is part owner of the club so he gives me an "after show pass" to meet the band.
After a wonderful show (how does Bob have all that energy after all these years?) I stood in line with about a dozen others waiting ot meet Bob. We first went into a room where the rest of the band was. I discussed with Jeff Chimeni (sp) the jam between Bury Me Standing and Scarlet. All of the other band members seemed like nice guys.
Bob's roadie (the bald guy, you're probably see pics of him) says to us "don't ask him for autographs, he's relaxing, he just wants to thank you for helping out (rainforest) tonight."
So we go in this other room and Bob is talking to a couple of people. I'm thinking "Wow! Bob is right there!" All of a sudden this extremely overweight guy wearing a tie dye and a baseball hat runs up to Bob and says "Hey Bob, sign my hat will ya? C'mon Bob sign it, sign." Bob has this look on his face that says this is the last place he wants to be. He says "if I sign for you I have sign for everyone." The guy keeps pestering him and there is a lot of tension in the room. Bob, to seperate himself from the guy sits down on a couch with a table between him and the rest of us.
So we're just standing around and it's awkward. I say "Hey Bob, you've been my rock-n-roll hero since I was 15, thanks for everything" and I extend my hand. He brightens and says thanks and shakes my hand. I ask 'do you mind if I get a pic with you?" He says "sure" and i sit down on the couch next to him as another fan snaps the pic...I'll get around to posting it here. After that I left, I did not want to bug him anymore.
Billy K and Brent's band Go Ahead was playing in New Haven where I was living at the time (86). They were playing at Toad's Place. So that afternoon I bring a friend of mine to the bar to show him the place where we'd be seeing the band later that night. As we're walking in Brent is walking out and we bumped right into him.
We stood there like a couple of star-struck fools. We said hello and maybe mumbled something about seeing him later that night. He acknowledged us in a friendly manner and then went on his way. He was headed toward the Yale campus. After a few minutes we chided ourselves for not saying "Hey, you want to grab some pizza or something" to him.
Great show that night.
wish i was as lucky as you dogs. never met the band, but had a hell of a time with a head named MURPH back in 99 at big boulder, pa aT GATHERING ON THE MOUNTAIN, backstage with jefferson airplane. they were soooo gracious. great bay area people.
nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
:O) ~ nope, never worked there and I have no idea what Autodesk is . . . I believe everything you say . . . just having a little fun . . . very interesting stories here . . .
As with any good road trip saga, there's a whole lot of background data to this story, but to keep it short I'll just start with us checking into the Denver Westin in advance of the 12-29-94 shows at McNichols. Somehow we were oblivious to the somewhat 'older' nature of all the usual hippies you'd find taking over a hotel near that night's venue. Once checked in, my buddy wanted to spend a little alone time with his girl (wink wink) so I was exiled for several hours to explore the area in my elevated state of mind. Depending on who you ask it was either a short while later (his version) or eternities later (mine) I decided to see if I was welcome back to the room. I wasn't. I walked back to the elevator, waited, got on when the doors opened. As I got on the elevator a rumpled looking guy with a gray beard, wearing only a towel and swim trunks, got off. It was only as the doors slid shut that I realized I was seeing Jerry himself returning from the pool. All I managed to say was 'Oh my gawd' before I was on my way back down to the lobby. The last I saw, Jerry looked very relieved that he did not have to deal with a fan in his disheveled condition.
It seems we were booked into the same hotel as the band. Later, after the show, my pals were too freaked to go down to the hotel bar. I did manage to convince a mighty good-looking young lady to go down there with me, which turned out to be a half good/half bad idea. Half good, because she did attract the attention of Bobby and some others of the entourage; half bad, because they sure as hell didn't want anything to do with speaking to ME. Oh well, at least I got to hang around with that seriously wierd crowd for a while.
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