And I had the opportunity to see George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers in San Francisco in about '76, just before they broke through. That was when you could get drunk with the band after the show because everybody else had just wandered away.
I also remember walking down Telegraph Avenue on a Friday night with a shoebox full of tickets, trying desperately to get someone, anyone, to come to the UC Berkeley campus to see some new band from overseas. Supertramp, it was. Hell of a show in Zellerbach hall; I think there were about 200 of us there.
Getting blasted with Journey, trying to get Tom Waits to look up from his shoes and stop chainsmoking long enough to do an interview, supplying Kleenex after Kleenex to an incredibly flu-ridden Debbie Harry, drinking at the Rathskeller with Eric Idle, wondering how long it'd take for somebody to recognize him (about an hour).
Good times. Name-droppin' times. Now, only my dog appreciates me. And you know what? That's enough.