I was f'ing there. The wall had just come down, a mcdonalds' hamburger in budapest was dime, I was hanging on every note even during the soundcheck, and I could just stroll back stage after the show to be told by Pat, in all solemnity, to ask around for the Reverend at the Rainbo Club when I got back to Chicago,
Which I later did, but with no luck.
Thanks Pat. Still playing Sweet Jane....
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