Word: garden
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...catch the first cab I see; it is the one that nearly hit me coming our of the Garden onto Causeway St. The cab driver is a trifle taken back, but once he knows where I've come from, he warms up considerably. "What about that Jagger fella? Y'know I usta get sing in a band, a ways back. Usta get laid twenty times a night." The proprietors of the flowers shop are helpful. Particularly when it becomes apparent that six or eight dozen flowers wouldn't be nearly enough. I decide to spend the whole thirty dollars...
Impressions: from the front of the Garden, the first thing you see in the middle of a show is that the haze climbs halfway to the roof and then stops. Before Bill disappeared, we toured the lobby; people were still coming in, they seemed quite ordinary, subjected to two ticket screenings, by the cops, the ticket takers, and further scrutiny at each section entrance. There was a painted Jagger look alike in the east corridor, with two ladies near a popcorn counter. People had reformed the same knots as they had before the show, union men here, roadies over...
...settle ourselves on the nearest equipment trunk, and start to talk. With roadies, with union people, with anybody. Hockey with the crew, superstars with the roadies. The stage is up, the lights and the mirror are in, the sound system trucks have been places by the stage, and the Garden has begun to settle into a pre-show mood. We learn that the crew is staying in the Madison. "Yeah, we had a lousy hotel in Montreal too," and that the way to get back at these hotels is to cut a slit in the mattress, take a shit into...
...friends in the first row typified most of the crowd--patient, and for the most party happy to be in the Garden for such an historic event. They'd been assured the band was coming, and they believed. What became a three hours wait, seemed so much shorter...
...pads his crotch: the star on his forehead, virtually invisible; a smiling Don Law, basking in a successful how, as I passed through the backstage area with a case of the dry heaves from the heat in front of the stage; the Jagger-Richard duets; quick glances around the Garden, with the balcony looking like another, calmer, world removed from the chaos downstairs; a rear stage view, with Chip Monck's arm slashes cueing the crew in the split second of a chord change...