this is chris, joe and i at the Imperial Palace in Vegas, May 1992 about to see the Grateful Dead with Steve Miller opening.
the imperial palace doesnt exist any more. the dead doesnt exist any more but i still have that cubs shirt.
that concert was the first time i ever really started to understand the Dead. i had seen them once before at the Forum but passed out due to an over achieving pot cookie given to me by a beautiful stranger who only asked for a hug in return. i didnt catch her name but she had long blonde hair with flowers in it and a day glow bikini top.
because i didnt wanna pass out at the Vegas show, i only drank beers.
you cant tell from this pre party picture but later that day thunderstorms rolled in right about the time the band started playing Drums/Space
in one of the most spiritually trippy experiences ive ever had at a rock show, the thunder started jamming with the drummers and the drummers jammed right back.
in that dusty weird twilight out in the desert, i was all, oooooooooooooooooh
so this is the grateful dead!
and then two girls with see through tops kissed my cheeks.