PT.21
The rest of the show went smoothly. I lost track of how many points there were, or when they were. At least 5 I think. It was such a rush, every single time he pointed at it. Each point it felt like he threw a bolt of fork lightning at me. I really need to see a video of this show, as proof to myself that the whole thing really happened. And if anyone has a picture of a point, I'd LOVE to see one, and I can paypal.
I couldn't even think about taking pics while I had possession of the Flag. Didn't feel it was a wise time to multi-task. That's why I'm really hoping that someone might have captured a point or two. There were so many different things going on at that show. The Elvii. The Cha. Sally. Krypton green pom-poms. Purple Haze. Nutters. The Flag (can I thank that Kel chick enough?). All I know is that I still can't believe that entire day transpired. It's tough to properly put it into words. I thought that the concert performance itself absolutely rocked, but it's been adequately covered by others on the forum already, so I won't get into that.
The show finished and it was time to give the Flag back, so I wandered over to front centre where a contingency of Nutters were. Emotions were abundant. Met Susan, Nancyrose, and others. All of whom were very nice people. Have I mentioned that Nutters are the absolute BEST?
When I approached Kellie to give the Flag back, she looked kind of exhausted, but a bit relieved at the same time. Far more relaxed than before the show. As if she'd just cleared one of the final hurdles in the Great Flag Marathon, but still had to get through the homestretch. Then she gave me another one of her trademark hugs, and thanked me profusely. How dare you thank me, woman. I'm supposed to thank you! What a gift she'd just given me. I can't stress this enough: Thank you DirtyMartini, I won't ever forget it. And thank you STEWART, for making this all possible.
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After the gig I said a few goodbyes, a few hellos, and mixed into the exiting masses. People were commenting on my shirt all night. Something that was kind of funny was this group of twemtysomething gals who were there waiting for the bus with me. They were your typical trendy poseur types, and they were trying to remember the names of the guys in the band. One them points to the back of my shirt and goes, "Oh look. He likes the drummer. Ask him. Um, excuse me, do you know what Sting's real name is?". It was kinda funny. I guess you had to be there.
The line up for the bus was a few bus loads worth people, but I made it onto the second one out. When I hopped on the bus, as fate would have it, who do you think ends up right beside me? It's Dietmar, of course. Man, I just can't seem to shake this guy. But I had the cooler shirt that night.
And that pretty much sums up the Jones Beach 2 section of the wookie memoirs. I'm working on some other stuff about the EC taping and MSG, but it won't be as voluminous as the JB2 experience, I promise.
Thanks for all the wonderful comments you've made, peeps. I'm not worthy.
If I met any of you in NYC then please keep checking in, because more than likely I'm gonna talk about you!
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.