Well we spent the afternoon seeing American Pie. I think we had gotten a hotel for this run.

Arrived at the lot, and let me tell you, it was jam packed already.

Felt like a sea of cars as far as the eye could see.

This was show #4 of summer ‘99 and I was a tad exhausted so decided to hang at the car. My traveling companion decided to take his bike and check things out.

He returned a while later and had bought us a couple pot brownies...or so he said...munched them and headed inside.

Fantastic 1st set. Was feeling really good and enjoying the summer winds. PTBM had hooked me up pretty well for summer tour. This night we were down front and a little off page side.

2nd set started and whatever I had eaten started to make my brain foggy and not so in a good state of mind. I was able to maintain but felt that downward spiral where the music was just dark enough to make me want to run. But I maintained my composure and sweated (literally) the fear away as best I could. It was tough.

Then as I was losing my battle to this non-weed brownie...to this day I still want to know what I ingested...a song started up that I did not know. Something about gold, credit, doesn’t matter...this must be BUG. Like a wave of a magic wand I started to calm down. I was able to carry thru and have a more enjoyable ending. Yes Bug made me see that it truly doesn’t matter.

I love this song and I don’t give a shit if it ruins others show. Those are the emotionally stunted music fans.