OFF THE TRUCK 002
LegendarySurfer
OK, here's the deal...
Now, we did not "arrange" to get ourselves to that party. Our
attendance was requested because folks generally liked having us in
the mix, because interesting things generally happened when we were
around. I don't know why, but they just did. The only time I ever had
to beg for anything as when I was sent to ask/beg, whatever, 50
tickets to the Denver Pop Festival. What a trip that was, then I got
the tickets. Remember that. Our prescence was asked for.
We sat at different tables in order to spread and absorb the energy
going around. Thom and I sat with Charlie, I think, then Bill joined
us. After a while, we were all wandering around the house and the yard
anyway. Maybe he didn't sit with any of us, because nobody wanted to.
It was just one of many great days and nights that we participated in
thru the years...
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[from Malcolm]
I wish I could remember the guy's name. I remember him as a good guy.
Matter of fact, I can't remember anyone at KFML that I didn't like or
at least respect, except for maybe McGoey [the station owner]. But, as
years passed, I got to understand where he was coming from, too.
As part-timers, we were always jealous of you guys who had the
consistent gigs and the glory. So, I'm sure a lot of that was coming
through that night. For my part, I felt I had my jealousy under
control, though. For instance, I wasn't bummed that I missed a dinner
with the Stones. I was just happy to be freeforming at prime time!
In defense of the guy whose name I can't recall (he was a part-timer
like me and, I believe, rising up in the ranks at the time [spring/
summer 1972]), he may have been negative about the dinner knowing I
was somewhat of a persona non grata at that point. I can't recall if
this was before or after the strike, but if it was after the strike,
then his tone to me would make perfect sense.
Anyway, this guy said the full-time staff was asked what you wanted to
do with the Stones and someone came up with the idea of a dinner. It
was a total respect thing. The only negative this guy telling the
story injected was the deal about how the Stones sat at one table and
you guys at another...
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[DUMPTRUCK speaks...]
But the point you're missing... is WE WERE NOT A SEPARATE TABLES!!!!
Stones were spread around tables and so were we. How else would I have
have been close enough to enjoy the sight of the lovely (and whacked)
Anita nod out in her plate? Believe me, there were groupies, real and
wannabees, guys who were close to the center of things and various and
sundry Stones tour people. We were all intermixed.... Thom & I were at
a table with Bill & Charlie. Kreizenbeck, Sandy and others were at
different tables. And, we were asked for an idea that wouldn't be too
corny...
Earlier I had asked a georgous, single teacher (female) to go with me,
but she declined saying some one else had already assured her that he
could get them in. Sometime during the evening, I was asked to go pick
up a package which I did. The driver and I got, and fortunately found
a space right the driveway. There we sat making certain that what we
had attained was of suitable quality for us and the honored guests. I
looked up in time to see this girl and her "date" walking toward the
gatekeeper, who, after listening to about 30 seconds of bs, turned
them around and away they went. I couldn't resist calling her around
4AM, to tell her I had witnessed her disappointed and reminded her to
choose more carefully if another such occasion arrived,,,.
I do not deny that we managed to take up a lot of room where ever we
went. Wesuggested the idea of a back yard party, decorated with da
tongue, etc. We didn't plan it, the property owner, deeming it to be
the best idea he was likely to hear, had it put together. Sorry, I
don't hang crepe paper!
People just seemed to noticed when we appeared in places. I also admit
that I still know people who will not speak to me, based on some of my
ill advised behavior back then. That's OK. I have survived Cancer
surgery, radiation and a heart attack. I will get by with or without
them. Hmmm...sounds like a line from a song. Blahblahblah...gotta go.
DUMPTRUCK