Morning spent watching the bossman tear open package containing an Allman Brothers
performance from Febuary 1970 at the Fillmore East, a show he had attended when
he was 18. It was the first time he'd heard of the Allman Brothers and they were
opening along with Love for the Grateful Dead. A night where everyone played with reckless abandon. According to him it was the greatest
concert he ever saw (even better than The Pink Floyd were 2 months later - *drool), and as he reminisced about the night you could see the shaggy headed figures
onstage reflected in his eyes, all suddenly vanishing when he snapped the CD in half while
pulling it from the jewel case. I suggested to him that he ease up on the roids.