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polytoxic
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Edith Grove wrote on Jan 5 th, 2010 at 4:51pm: polytoxic wrote on Jan 5 th, 2010 at 4:21pm: Edith Grove wrote on Jan 5 th, 2010 at 3:46pm: ijwthstd wrote on Jan 5 th, 2010 at 3:22pm: I was going to see him at Irvine Meadows with The Black Crowes and The Cult opening but it was cancelled. Was in the middle of making complicated transportation, lodging and work arrangements when I got word. At least I didn't lay out any money but I was very disappointed. Same thing happened to me, at the Woodlands (Houston) show. Page hurt his back, or something. Never really heard how or how long he was out, etc. Gotta say, I saw the first Roseland show. Flew down from Toronto day of with no i.d, no money, and the clothes on back with a friend who said he had connections and could make it happen. I remember the U.S. Customs guy giving me a hard time about having no i.d. and asked why it was so important I had to go to New York RIGHT NOW. I said, dude, Jimmy Page is gonna be playing Zep songs with the Black Crowes, and I think I've got an in. He said "okay, if you did have I.D., what would it say" , and let me in. (ah,1999, those were the days). Crazy ass day. Borrowed a shitload to make it happen, easily the most expensive 24 hours I've done. But in the end we got hooked up and man, it cooked. Lemon Song blew my mind. The Stones I had been used to seeing and hearing but I'd never expected this. Page was mega. Ended up at Whiskey Park for the aftershow buying 15 dollar vodka-sodas (ouch!) but got to shake Jimmy Page's hand. The big moment. What do you say. Gotta play it cool. Then here it is... "Jimmy!!! dude the songs off of Physical fuckin' rocked!". I coulda done better. He was polite and said thanks. Then I gushed and said "those songs were the soundtrack to me growing up!"., and he said "I know what you mean, they were for me too". Cool story! Thanks for telling. Glad everyone liked it. I've turned that 90 seconds into an epic before by breaking down every microsecond of it, but it was a cool night. And a lot more happened that night that I wouldn't post on the net. Nights like that don't happen much anymore since I'm older, my friends are older, the bands I like are older, and a lot of people I knew that used to work in the music industry don't anymore. With the encouragement, though, here's one you might like because it has a New Orleans flavor. Again just a chance meeting that lasted all of two minutes, if that, but cool. Jazzfest 1999, we're walking in Lee Circle when my buddy spots a guy getting out of a cab. It's Earl King, who some may not know but was a blues legend so we were real excited. We say hi and tell him how much we like him. He says "if you like me so much, why don't you carry my amps into the club, can't you see I'm an old man?". So being fanboys we get his gear out of the trunk and get ready to take it into club. My buddy asks if we can take a picture of him. He says no but gets a camera and takes a picture of us instead. We ask him why he did that. He says "I just wanted a picture of two white guys carrying my shit!".
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