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Has anyone got a copy of this? I'd love to hear it again. Thanks

The show was at the Seattle Center Ice Arena, later know as Mercer Arena, as it is on Mercer St. I had a lot of fun at this show, but spent most of it wandering around following a beautiful Redhead in a very well fit black dress that I used to date. She had been tagged with a backstage pass by one of the road crew in hopes that she would attend the after party down town. Sorry guys! I was attending Western Washington University in Bellingham at the time of this show, or had just got out on Summer break. Some friends from high school, were acting as security at the concert, as they were on the U of W football team, and moonlighted as security at concerts. One, Mark Jerue, was manning the back stage entrance at the end of a long hallway. I was standing in the door talking with him, and the band walked by heading back to the locker rooms. I got Bob's attention long enough to ask him about an old roommate from Bellingham, who used to road for them named Jeff C. or "Wahoo". He used to play for Colorado U., and then did Road work during the summer in the early '70, or so he said.... Bob turns and say, "yah, I remember that guy, the big Indian, say "hi" for me.." Then disappeared into the locker-room to catch up with the rest of the band. Paul was looking at me and says, "Your kidding? No you aren't kidding..." The other vivid scene I remember at this show was watching a biker and his girlfriend entering the arena at the main doors. He was not wearing colors, but there was no question that he was a member of one of the clubs. When you come in the arena there is a landing, and then you have to walk down a long flight of stairs to get to the main Ice floor level, then travel back up when you enter the main building to get to your seats. I was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for a freind to show up, looking up at the cops searching everyone who came through the door. As this biker came through the door, he knew he was going to get searched, as really they were having everyone turn out their pockets. He just assumed the position, stepping up raising his right hand and arm straight up to his right, and then as he stepped forward with his left foot, doing the same with his left arm he stood at least a foot taller than the cops spread eagle at the top of the stairs. Two cops frisked him completely, one from the left and one from the right starting with his wrists and ending with his boots. The biker did it all so smoothly, you could tell at some time this had been a regular, daily routine! I just had to chuckle as he seemed more in control than the city cops giving him the search and they, though knowing the drill, were more uneasy doing it, than he was having it done to him. They searched his girl very carefully paying close attention to her purse, but not being too bold as to the point of being disrespectful. You could definitely tell that she was more bothered by it than him. Over all it was a very fun show, and I am still good friends with the beautiful redhead. She actually was the one who led me to this site! She is just as pretty now as she was 30 years ago, and I think in better shape! I think the crew would still slap a backstage pass on her, and she would undoubtedly still fit in the slinky black silk dress….. Have fun! Bayratz

this was my first and sadly only show of the dead i had the fortune to see i was about 18 and quit a job cooking at an sambos restaraunt because i scored some tickets...rick