My first trip to the mystical Deer Creek Music Theatre. Just getting there in my '74 bus was a trip. Almost didn't make the Buffalo show two days prior. Could only get the beast to move 30 mph by the end. Great mechanic in Orchard Park moved a car out of the shop to get me on my way.

There were two wonderful ladies from Colorado and Tennesee sleeping in front of my bus when I got out asking for a ride. We all headed out to Indy and had a tire explode on the interstate outside of Columbus. AAA came to save the day (with a state trooper).

As we neared the venue driving through cornfields right up to the road I could've sworn I was in heaven. The horizon showed me the peaks of the amphitheatre. It was hot. Really hot. We took our place at the front of the hill and danced. What's there to say about the show?...look a the set lists. Everything was played to perfection. Come on...I mean THE WEIGHT for goodness sake.

I don't know if it was this night or the next, but I remember everyone doing a rain dance in hopes of getting some relief from the heat. It worked. During the intermission it rained - just enough - and then stopped as the second set began. Magic, pure magic.

Strangers stopping strangers - just to shake their hands...