I am not a big dead-head, but I laughed my ass off at the reference to the "touch-of-grey heads." I know exactly what you mean.
It's funny, it is a self-serving prophecy.
Tapers as buttholes.
I was at the House of Blues in North Myrtle Beach, SC taping Widespread Panic, probably sometime around 98. They had these nice little areas, on either side of the soundboard, that had that nylon retract-a-tape around it.
Dudes just sorta took it over for taping. IT was Great.
There was this one spinner that insisted on hanging in there. We're talking about an area that is 10' x 8', probably 3 0r 4 guys, maybe 6 stands, and a hell of a lot of decks, cables, etc. in there. I kept politiely suggesting that if she wanted to dance, there were better places to do it. She just kept talking to me like I was the biggest dick she had ever met. Then she took it upon herself to try to cheer me up. "What's wrong- you're at a concert, you're supposed to be happy!?!" I guess she saw the vein in my forehead on the verge of exploding...I told her that she was the reason that I had to stand there in an otherwise safe area and keep my stand from getting knocked over. Despite the fact that she had already bumped into it several times, she didn't say anything, just kept shaking her ass in the taping pit. She didn't leave until after all encores, and it was evident that the concert was over.
You know what's coming don't you?
Before she left she asked for my email, so she could get a copy of the show.
I barely resisted the urge to cram a 7pin to coax splitter up her nose
Truly, I have much more fun without the gear.
