It was the last performance at what was the Sahara Hotel/Casino in South Lake Tahoe, then High Sierra. My "Gord Posse" and I were all there milling around the casino floor. I went into the jewelry store there (always hit those, natch) and there HE was, looking into the glass cases (by himself and no one else but the clerk!) So I'm so cool, stroll over and say "Gord? How ya doin"?" Since the casino was closing and all the employees were being laid off and depressed, he mentioned that "gee, it's awfully quiet around here." I said, "well, don't worry, I'm here with a rowdy bunch of girls, and your concert won't be quiet tonight!" He said "that's good to hear, thanks!" I said (still SO cool) "See ya there!" (Duh...) Then I strolled out casually, found my friends, did the usual squeely, girly thing, and told them all about it. (They were jealous, of course.) Made MY weekend, I can tell you! This was in the early to mid eighties, if I recall. I'll never forget it!
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"the mornin' after blues, from my head down to my shoes..."
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