My ticket stub is undated, but a little sleuthing and the Sunday clue let me date that concert as February 14, 1982. Valentine's Day. Another clue is the price: $9! That's a bit more than I was used to paying in the 70's. By then, rock stars had real drug habits to support.
I'll never forget my date that night. She got wasted and spent a good deal of the concert puking her guts out in the ladies room. Then I sat with her on the steps in the hallway ringing the Coliseum, getting her back to normal. I missed most of that show, though I was there in spirit.
RIP, Ric. Here's my favorite song/s:
I always liked the way that the two songs melded together on vinyl.
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Autocorrect changed undated to updated.
72 seems kind of young to die now that I'm 65.
I just now called a housekeeping service. I cannot keep up with myself around here. The place is a f'k'n mess and I'm sick of it.
I keep dragging shit out and cannot put it all way.
I keep doing the dishes and they keep getting messed up all over again.
I keep wiping the floors and they get cruddy again. It's endless, I tell you. Endless.
I dusted a couple of times and it keeps coming back.
I need help.
I thought I could do it all myself, but I just can't.
chick, At least you didn't have to hold her hair and hear/smell it.
Wine? Beer? Brandy?
"I just now called a housekeeping service."
Good move. Money so well spent. You'll feel a thousand times better when the endlessness ends.
ndspinelli said...Wine? Beer? Brandy?
Probably schnapps or cheap wine. Definitely not beer. People didn't smuggle beer into shows then.
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