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Pete Surfs
Well, actually, I probably would have said Pete shreds. He even said, "I go swimming". I was there as well. You had better seats but mine were very good. I went because I saw him something like 6 months earlier at the Convention Hall and he blew my mind and made me feel good. Like he had done in '71 when I saw him with a music video while visiting Boise. I had missed Lamb Lies Down on Broadway tour while living in SF and never forgave myself. I was keyed up for the SD State gig big time. He came out and announced that because of the technical equipment, the show would have to be cancelled if the rain didn't let up. So we all sat there and thought positive thoughts for about 40 minutes before Peter came out again and said we're going to try it now. The Call, always a joy, sang about Nightly Military Raids and other songs of unity. Then came peter... His live album had just come out, perhaps two months before. We knew the score. The lighting was excellent and very state of the art. Floor panels that lit up, the piercing spot before his Lay Your Hands On Me, all the area lights and mood setting. Terrific. The best? Matched against the Wall, Tommy, Ziggy Stardust, on and on... Who knows. Gabriel was so good. My question is, is anyone still laying down with the same quality and stage presence? U2's hootenany was abysmal. Who can do what the others did, these days? No judgement, just honest curiosity. And no, I would not go see Pete surf today, let alone smell his socks.— August 14, 2008 6:53 a.m.