08-24-2021, 09:35 PM
I don't know how many times I've seen the Stones. I can only remember missing one tour since I joined Rock Med in 87, but I probably missed a few more. I saw them at Oakland several times.
My favorite memory was the Halloween show, not so much because of the Stones, but because I went in full make-up like the Crow and talked some people down like that. Maybe they didn't get talked down. Maybe I just got them to submit. I remember dealing with this trippin gal we pulled in from the parking lot. She was running amuck dosed to the gills, screaming incoherently. We strapped her to the gurney and were wheeling her in and I was monitoring her head. At one point, she looks up and sees my b&w crow makeup (full face paint) and gasped "OMG. It's Satan!" I looked down at her (oriented upside down from her point of view and said "That's right. I'm Satan. And I say BE STILL or you're going to hell." She went white as a sheet and stiff as a board and we didn't hear another peep out of her until she was well within main med. That probably caused permanent psychological damage but it was Halloween, after all.
DM also has a memory of another Stones show at Oakland Coliseum where a friend had access to some seats that were really close to stage. She was this elf queen hippie chick and kidnapped DM to join her for a few songs there and a joint. Right when the joint was lit, Mick launched into Sympathy for the Devil and the pyro shot pillars of flame into the sky. So close that the heat nearly seared off eyebrows. The elf queen nearly leapt out of her skin but to her credit, she didn't drop the joint.
My favorite memory was the Halloween show, not so much because of the Stones, but because I went in full make-up like the Crow and talked some people down like that. Maybe they didn't get talked down. Maybe I just got them to submit. I remember dealing with this trippin gal we pulled in from the parking lot. She was running amuck dosed to the gills, screaming incoherently. We strapped her to the gurney and were wheeling her in and I was monitoring her head. At one point, she looks up and sees my b&w crow makeup (full face paint) and gasped "OMG. It's Satan!" I looked down at her (oriented upside down from her point of view and said "That's right. I'm Satan. And I say BE STILL or you're going to hell." She went white as a sheet and stiff as a board and we didn't hear another peep out of her until she was well within main med. That probably caused permanent psychological damage but it was Halloween, after all.
DM also has a memory of another Stones show at Oakland Coliseum where a friend had access to some seats that were really close to stage. She was this elf queen hippie chick and kidnapped DM to join her for a few songs there and a joint. Right when the joint was lit, Mick launched into Sympathy for the Devil and the pyro shot pillars of flame into the sky. So close that the heat nearly seared off eyebrows. The elf queen nearly leapt out of her skin but to her credit, she didn't drop the joint.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse