i don't like this tour thing anymore, i think. get home at three, in bed and asleep by something or other after falling victim to a evening of countless bars, dinner at a nice benito box joint, and then many ingested jestables while smiling wide toward the dead on stage again. 45 minute dark star . . . are you kidding me? tipper gore on drums during encore?! wavy gravy on side stage the entire night playing air guitar with his "mojo staff." beer lines not all that bad. but the kids next to me progessively got stinkier as the night went on. oh well. the scent of endless mary jane covered it well. now i can say that i like phil. he's ok by my books . . . and he even gets the nod for the donor rap. but warren's singing ruins everything; just stick to your hands of magic. eclectic crowd of all ages, all levels of boredom to enriched excitement from the ones retelling the tales of first shows and how many from the past attended where they know "venue,date,setlist,ticket price." oh and those naughty nitrous tanks out front of the verizon. a sea of pink and purple balloons. pretty, silly tripping hippies. and on to the next show tonight. maybe i do still like this tour thing, though i feel old after every one.
