Please pardon my rant

[811952]

Ooh, I nearly forgot...  1987 Pink Floyd at the Hoosierdome in Indianapolis.  I sat directly behind the scoreboard, on the balcony.  Everytime Bob Glaub (I think he played bass for this tour as well as the CSN tour mentioned earlier, that or I've got some weird sort of middle-aged male bassist fixation) played the equivalent of an open G string, the scoreboard sympathetically vibrated so loudly that it obliterated all other sound.  It was louder than the PA (which was plenty loud, mind you).  This was the same show where an optimist launched himself over the balcony rail during Learning To Fly, and also the same night I took delivery of my first Wayne Kamp custom 5-string Jazz Bass (the one I gave to the neighbor kid).  Never a dull moment...
John
 
(Message edited by 811952 on June 18, 2004)

[joram]

Couple of weeks ago, I was at a Steve Vai concert. Well, actually, it was the world premiere of The Aching Hunger, two hours of classical music composed by Steve, and orchestrated songs from his albums. As I said, it was classical music, and there were quite a lot metalheads... Someone started yelling in between pieces, and after the thirth time (I guess he shouted OZZY! or something) someone answered with Shut up!. After that, we didn't hear him anymore, until, just before the break, Steve Vai thanked him! He turned out to be a good friend of Steve, and the orchestrator of some of the pieces played. Weird people, guitar players...