Woke up in Santa Cruz and knew I had to go back to Stanford for the second show.
Went down to the Railroad Tracks that cross Hwy One just below Hwy 17 and stuck out my thumb.
Waited about 20 minutes and got a ride to the show.
Arrived at the Frost and just hung around until the show started, then walked counter-clockwise around the arena.
As I approached the front gate area, again. I observed a huge dude walking away from the ticket booth (which was in a roped off area) and duck under the rope.
I approached him and asked if he had any tickets.
He turned and asked in a gruff voice "How Many ?"
I replied "Just One" and he said "Oh, Okay. Here"
At which point he pulls a stack of about fifty tickets from his back pocket and hands me one, some other heads in the area observed this and immediately asked for theirs.
He gave out about three more tickets and then returned the stack to his pocket and proceed to wander around like "Oh, my, wish I could get in, too".
I danced up to the gate and presented my second Free Ticket and floated up the the left hand side of the stage.
WHAT AN EXPERIENCE
FREE DEAD SHOW
AND FREE REFRESHMENTS
TO BOOT.
At the end I needed to hitch back to Santa Cruz so I left after the first encore and had to listen to the Johnny B. Goode on the outside but I was so happy.
I got a ride back to Santa Cruz after about 2 hours.
And also found out that the boys were coming to Santa Cruz (Watsonville - Santa Cruz County Fairgrounds) the next month, unbelieveable.
The Sky Was Yellow And The Sun Was Blue
People Stopping Strangers Just To Shake Their Hand.