Thanks for the memories!! I had the pleasure of meeting Pat at '79 concert
in Philly. He was standing in the middle of the hotel lobby waiting for
someone(Not me, too bad). No one in my crowd was brave enough to go up to
him, so I did. I had front row seats at the concert was trying to see
exactly what kind of shoes he had on, they looked like they had oil stains
all over them. When I went up to him in the lobby, he still had them
on...they were orange fur w/ black dots.(Don't ask!) Anyway, I told him they
were cool and he said 'Do you really think so? I think they're weird.' It
was way too much for me to have my all-time favorite Doob actually speak to
me, so after Pat signed my ticket, my friends and I jetted into the hotel
lounge for a beer. There was a local band playing. Low and behold, Keith
Knudsen and Jeff Baxter and (please forgive me!!) someone else came in and
sat down to listen to the band. (Too long ago and not enough brain cells
left) They were all so cool and friendly and signed my cocktail napkin.
JC
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From: gina dorman [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]
Sent: Monday, June 12, 2000 10:23 PM
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: Concert Flashback..the Final Chapter
Upon returning from our travels to Las Vegas, I decided to write about the
concert before too many details were lost. (I'm not as good at retaining
flashbacks as I was in the 70's!) The Orleans Theatre was about the size of
my highschool auditorium. Small and intimate. Seated on the 2nd row amongst
some of the finest people on the planet, Mr. Gina and I were treated to 1
1/2 hours of unrelenting Rock-n-Roll ala Doobies. The music was
deliberate,intentional, crystal clear and could be felt to the very core of
my being. We held our urge to dance as Tommy Johnston touched our souls
singin the blues. During one of my favorite Pat Simmons songs on the last
night, I found myself holding back tears.. tears for the memories, tears of
joy that my Doobies had not only survived all these years but had emerged in
better musical form than ever! After the 1st night's concert, an angelic
being with long cascading blond hair, grabbed my hand. Her hand was smooth,
but cold. "C'mon let's go" !
she said softly. The etherial Cris Simmons seemed to only lack gossimer
wings. She led me down a long black corridor back stage. There was a light
at the end of it and standing at the end was...The Master of Soothe, Pat
Simmons. "so, this is what it's like to die," I thought. We exchanged a
handshake, and a very trivial,"nice to meet you," and then we took a
picture.
I am now 6 months away from the big 4-0: a good place to close the book on a
story that has been running for 25 years. The Vegas concert experience was
a Once-in-a-Lifetime dream come true. But the Doobies aren't finished!!
Catch them when they rock down the highway near you!!!
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cinderella
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