“Keith, you want anything special for the show?”
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“Pumpkin?”
“Gotcha.”
OR
Ned Lagin asked what key the next song was in, and then proceeded to play vaguely rhythmic and atonal squeaky bloops for the next 20 minutes.
OR
Bobby has no idea who the fuck the skinny guy with all the toys is, and at this point it’s too late to ask.
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S. Lighthill! When you absolutely, positively, 100% guaranteed need everything left lying in the middle of the stage, call S. Lighthill.
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Billy kept punching Ned Lagin in the dick and fucking around with his patch cords.
“One ringy-dingy. Look at me! I’m Billy Tomlin! Two ringy-dingy.”
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Game on: Spot The Heineken.
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Someone please feed Ned Lagin.
that’s some weird shit. Ned is Mowgli? piano looks like Rube Goldberg thing where cartoon character is reaching for the Heineken, maybe to pour into Keith’s gullet.
“Ned, we need you to make a lie detector for this number”
2 drum kits,
double mics, like wall of sound era.
What year was this?
Mics say 73/74 but drummers say 71 or 75?
October ’74 at Winterland. The cameras.
Farewell shows/Grateful Dead Movie. Mickey sat in.
The cameras are in the other shot. Still: Winterland, 10/74
Why does Ned Lagan look like a member of the Supremes?
“Sorry Ned, when the roadies suggested we put you in blackface we simply thought it was too good to veto.”
Wow, I didn’t even notice that. The lighting is racist as fuck.