SHARING THE SHOWS
So I’m writing this from memory due to my pen breaking in what I like to call an “Uh-oh, Spaghetti-Os” moment during “Possum” (stolen from that Simpsons episode where Homer changes his name to Max Power, which he got from a hair dryer), so here goes:
I started the day by taking a 50-minute T ride to Quincy to get a Boston Kreme donut from the original Dunkin’ Donuts (they’re every 50 feet in Boston, but I had to get one from the original so I could say I did it). I expected it to be packed, but the only thing that distinguished it from every other DD I’ve been to was the font on the DD sign and the header that said “Original Dunkin’ Donuts – Established in 1950.” Otherwise, just like every other one I’ve been to. But now I can say I did the original. A message from Kelly informed me the band would be opening doors earlier due to the impending thunderstorm, so I downed a couple of slices of Boston’s version of NY pizza (edible, but not quite NY) before hopping the T over to Fenway. On the walk over from the train, I talked to a guy who teaches at a medical school in DC; we talked shows and shop before I give him my card. He educated me on the greatness of the Dead’s 10/1/94 show, which will now be in my queue. I met Kelly and her friend Todd from Houston in front of the House of Blues before we went in. Kelly and I had field tickets so we tried to get in, but security wasn’t letting anyone in, as the rain, thunder, and lightning had started to decorate the field. What followed was about two hours of suspense: will they delay? Will they cancel? The introvert in me pondered going home myself, but I knew I’d regret it afterwards. Which I would have. They let us on the field at about 8, and once I got onto the field, I felt connected with the greats of the Sox, who had played on that very field: Ted Williams, Carl Yastrezemski, Wade Boggs. And although Mark had said Phish probably put on a better show than the Sox this year, it was still cool to be on the same field as the “raining” (as Trey put it) champions. So, due to the delay, the band just played one long set, much like non-jam bands I’ve seen, like Rush, AC/DC, Metallica. My skingasms came from “Set Your Soul Free,” “Thread,” “Back on the Train,” a Trey tune I had never heard before entitled “About to Run,” and “Rise/Come Together.” Other random musings: “Simple” reminded me of Bruce McQuiston (if he’s reading, he should know why). The glowsticks kepta flying and the band played on. As for me, being on the road seeing shows is always fun, but I’m ready to head back to Virginia to my life, my work, and my crew. It can sometimes take a long trip to recognize just how great I have it.
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