Very nice, pat.
Some of the informationabout turntables, I could have done without, but I definitly enjoyed the info 'bout the undies. The eye-makeup, maybe not so much.
Actually, the post concert walking was good, you really got going.
"The fancy problem hole in the roof" goes nowhere, and I'm lost on the reference.
I could have survived without knowing about PETA.
This is good.. Joint in one hand, bottle of champaign in the other!
Note: i still recall seeing the Stones at Soldier Field, in chicago. I was with three chicks (we called them chicks, in those days) two quite fat, one, was tall.
it was midsummer at the open air stadium 90 degrees in the sun.
The girls and I waited and waited. I shared a sleeping bag with the way tall girl, but just slept, mostly.
We were right at the stage, which placed the performers about 15 feet over our heads. What a day, stifling hot, the crowd growwing denser and denser, reach out in any direction, a joint!
Jagger came onstage, sounds everywhere, pulled down the stage firehose, sent a torrent of water over the sunbaked crowd.
Kieth Richards was right above me. heck, he could have spit on me!
OkOk, this is about your story, not mine. I was a Mccartney fan from the beginning. I was the original "Radio-phile" long before Ed Sullivan.
People I knew thought more of Roy orbison, than that swivel hipped fellow from graceland.
Our first band was the Jaguars, long before the 60's.
I could go on forever. I'm just warming up to this site.
Let It Be, and linda, Too.
We males are so egoistical, aren't we.
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