@sns From the looks of things, more than a few of your brain cells made it though it pretty good shape. Mine goes something like this: Texas International Music Festival, Dallas, TX 1969. After BB King’s gig, we were tired and began the hike back to the tent we pitched the night before for a quick lunch and to recharge our batteries (no, not our cell phones). On the hike back, we heard some commotion off to the right and saw a bunch of people in the lake. We took a few steps towards the lake and noticed that the people in the lake didn’t have any clothes on. Moving even nearer to the water, a closer inspection revealed the torso of a young lady, waste deep in water who could have graced the cover of that month’s Playboy magazine. They say: "you can can’t blame a compass for pointing north" and our compasses were definittely pointing north. We were naked in the water faster than an air bag on a Ford and spent the next hour, or so, taking in the sights and sounds (mostly sights) of skinny dipping. We, then, made our way to the tent, cleaned up a litlte, wolfed down some chow, and pointed our feet back in the direction of the venue. We got there just in time to see the band we just missed packing up their gear and heading off stage. A few days later, on the return trip home, we were reliving the good times we had while reviewing the schedule of the great bands at the venue. It was then, that we discovered the band we missed while we were skinny dipping -- Led Zeppelin!!! I probably would have had fond memories of experiencing Led Zeppelin live -- on stage. But, one things for certain, I’ll NEVER forget the skiiny dipping. |
