I had mentioned this story in chat with a friend and realized that it’s probably good enough to enter into the Official Record…
One of the few stadium concerts I’ll admit to attending was a huge Pink Floyd show in 1988. The LA Coliseum was filled with 90,000 Pink Floyd fans – each one filled to the gills with their respective drugs of choice.
Midway or so through the first half of the show, an audience member wandering around the seats behind us commented on the proceedings by projectile vomiting into the empty seat next to me. Refreshed by that outburst, Mr. Puke continued on his way down the grandstands by walking on the tops of the seats.
About 10 minutes later some hippie-looking dude plops down into the newly-defiled seat next to me. I’m positive he didn’t see the puke – so helpfully, and in a loud enough voice to be heard over the music, I holler at him “SOME GUY PUKED INTO THAT SEAT!”
Hippie dude said nothing, only putting his finger over his lips and then pointing up to his head – which was outfitted with two rather nice portable microphones connected to an equally spiff tape recorder. After a couple of minutes, the guy got up and continued on his way, but I couldn’t tell how, er, “spotted” he was by the puddle on the seat.
Anyway, so somewhere out there is a Pink Floyd bootleg with yours truly hollering “SOME GUY PUKED INTO THAT SEAT!” in the middle of “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”. I’d really like a copy.
That is the best story ever. I laughed so hard I forgot to be mortified by the fact that you admitted to going to a Pink Floyd gig. 😉
Gosh, I’ve never even been to a rock concert of any kind. I must be terminally uncool.
Well, Kip, those show tunes do interfere with the Universal Cool Quotient 😉 Just one viewing of My Fair Lady puts you down 10 on the scale, though I’m not sure what effect “never attended a Puke Floyd show” has on your rating.