Capital Centre
Landover, MD — (Performance note: first Touch of Grey)
After the show, my buddy Frank up on the soundboard slaps a backstage pass on me and I walk back immediately to see Brent Mydland walk by with a wild look in his eye. I could tell this would be an interesting evening.
After drinking a few beers, I walk into a small backroom with Frank and there sits Kreutzman, Lesh and assorted hangers-on. I got the immediate feeling that if I wasn’t a hot girl or had a major stash of blow I should just get outta there. I did, and our party headed back to the Beltway Marriott a few minutes away.
I got to be buddies with Healy, hanging out at a side table by the window discussing the merits of TDK versus Maxell cassette tapes and getting wasted. Lesh was over on a couch pounding Heinekens and later that night around 4am he seemed to think I was looking at him a bit too intently, I think, and accused me of being a narc. In all fairness, I looked like a narc. Healy stepped in and told Phil to chill.
I grabbed a cab back to Georgetown around 5am when the birds are chirping and sun coming up. I always hated that.