, attached to 1998-11-13

Review by Stecks

Stecks Friday the 13th... something's gonna go down...

This something would happen AFTER the show. Get back to my car, somehow we end up going home with a dog that my friend, who had his windbreaker pockets stuffed free of charge by a generous ethnomycologist, rescued after it was thrown out of a moving VW minibus by some wook trash POS's. A dog, with no tail and some seriously birth deformed legs ears and eyes, that had CLEARLY ingested drugs. And a veggie burrito that my friend thought was a good idea to feed a dog - marginally a bad idea for human consumption, overwhelmingly a horrible idea to feed to a dog on drugs. Dog proceeds to vomit all over my backseat and my other friend who was, well, on a journey of his own. Vomits again. And again. 'lucinating humans screaming, ???-inating dog barking spewing semi digested veggie & bean burrito remnants & generally flipping out... lovely, exactly what I look for in a post-show drive home. What could make this better? Oh yeah, the glass beer bottles I was neglected to be informed of that are smashing together and breaking... Ok whatever, we'll deal with it when we get home - but wait, crap, do I have a flat tire? Of course I do, duh. No problem, not like we're in the HOOD RIGHT NOW... young lady in our party walks off and refuses to get back in car - out of towner, isn't aware we are in the ghett... after about 15 minutes of illogical bargaining, pleading, begging, threatening and finally praying to whatever deity was pulling the strings of this surreal ride home, we coax her back in the car. Finally get things back on track, get home, clean car for next hour. Epilogue, friend took dog back home, his friend adopted it, ended up being an awesome doggie and best friend for our buddy for the next 8 years.

Preshow/lots: We have floor GA tix, pretty sold out from what I remember, we miracled a girl who was in town from United Kingdom, was crying because no extras on lot and this was her only chance to see them since 94 or 95 and she was flying back to London 2 days later. So that felt good. We made fun of her accent all night. People were mad that we miracled someone who clearly could have afforded the ticket and were trying to offer us more money... I don't ever go over face when selling extras, sorry, put your money away.

Set 1: Chalkdust.. and I AM PUMPED, I always love a CDT opener. Not my fav version but whatever, 1 down... Wolfman's... YES.. so far 1st set is a winner, awesome jam on the brotha. Then... uh... yeah, you lost me. Ice was cool.. Lope was fun, otherwise unremarkable 1st set

Set 2: DWD now we're cooking with gas, loved how Trey would attack this tune with aggression in 97 & 98. And I love Sample. So far so good. Dirt breather, I love this tune, so, alright. Birds... fun, like it. Good meat. HOOD.. well, is good. Not an MVP version but it gets on base.

GTBT what ended up being foreshadowing encore, hell yeah, whatever happened before this didn't matter anymore because they rocked Zep, very appropriate. A swing and a drive, a-waayyyyyy back.. GONE... walk off home run. Crowd goes wild and leaves a winner.

If we only knew what we were in for as we left the arena... Good Times, Bad Times indeed!


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