One, I bought Joel Selvin’s book about “Altamont:…dark days” about 1969 Rolling Stone concert but have yet to read even one page of it. I buy a lot of books. Like a squirrel going nuts. Now I have reason to read it!
Two, in 1982 I borrowed my parent’s van and drove ten other Gunn kids to the Rolling Stones concert at Candlestick. I think we cut class to buy tickets, because we thought those old geezers from the 1960s would die before they came back thru here (they were in their late 30s, we were in our teens). I found the ticket stub recently, and will edita. I also put the tongue logo on my Gunn Olympian box. Not that I was that big a fan, but I had access, via the student newspaper, the Oracle, to a PMT machine. I was showing off tech-wise.
Three, although posting on the internet probably alerts the mail pirates to converge on my secret bat cave location, but TMW and I are going to the Rolling Stones at Levi’s Santa Clara football stadium, next May which is like five months away. (which triggered a lyric Ican’t quite pull)
Also, I have my Kent Lockhart Melinda Fitzgerald riff or yarn about she comes in colors. Stay tuna’d.
I hope to produce meanwhile, were there money enough and time, a rock show for Earthwise or at least some good folk.
And yeah I was geeking on — with my handheld — some 1969, 1971 Rolling Stones including something with a Billy Preston organ part. And here I can mention not too gratuitously that I did business in small fish music world with Amy Leavell of Atlanta daughter of Chuck Leavell of Rolling Stones and Allman Brothers.
And Joe Pags former house manager of Fillmore told me that there is a secret entrance to Fillmore thur a Korean restaurant on street of same name and the Stones once rehearsed there as a lockout and I think I stood on that corner just to sniff the same air.
And I bought Susan Warren of City of Palo Alto concerts division thru same Joe Pags good tickets to RS in Oakland or something circa 1997 or something from promoters hold, but then the show got postponed many many months. (I think she eventually went).
The Stones are 70, 78,76 and 72 or what?
Also, I have to admit that although I was driver for 10 kids in 1982 I got a little wasted on vodka and orange juice and took a nap during part of the show and got up to a rocker and hopped around on one foot (years later, and this is a weird segue, Malcolm Papa Mali Welbourne of Austin and New Orleans and Shreveport said of my dancing that I am of two Freds: Flinstone and Wesley.
I hope by May, 2019 there are still ya-ya’s to get out or in.
And I will read my Selvin. I spoke to his ex-wife not long ago, Keta Bill, researching the music history of 456 University, The Varsity, she played there with Zasu Pitts Band. Selvin I once booked as a speaker to the Young Adults Division — YAD — of Jewish Community Federation of SF and he got a big laugh by calling Grateful Dead “a white blues band”.
and1: Freddy Mercury move rocks my socks off and of course my Adidas white samba’s I wish. I saw that show “Bohemian Rhapsody” then known as “Night at the Opera” tour at Winterland with Andrew Zenoff, Victor Zenoff, John Chowning and George Jenkins. Vic Zenoff plays tennis with Freddy Mercury, barefootin’.
Andand: and not just because I met Robby Beyers their archivist and he of 180,000 photos, I am going to try to suss and hear the three or four Stones songs as covered by LSJUMB: Satisfaction, Bitch et al.