after 6 long years - and half a mountain bursting a month earlier - there was some doubt I'd be able to see the band. But come through they did...with a minor rumbling from south of town. The ash was still pretty much everywhere. I'd worked nearly 18 hours a day since Mt St Helen's erupted - helping to clean the city - and Boss Man wanted me this night. Not a chance...I wandered the Coliseum with as much joy as my first show. Dancing never dies!