This was my first show in four years, having been badly hurt from losing Brent. It was a difficult day for me, and my attitude was quectionable. But "I Fought The Law"? Hmmm...

Nothing real crazy here. It wasn't horrible, but just so damn predictable. Not nearly the same energy that had been present the night before, it was as if they were just going through the motions. It was the most crowded of the three nights, probably because the weather held out and it was a Saturday night. Maybe the Rain> Eyes from the night before had left the band emotionally drained, but I just wasn't feeling it at this one. As the band emerged from Space into the Last Time, I looked at my girlfriend and said that we should split to get a jump on food and preparations for the evening's festivities (we were allowed to camp on site). She thought I was nuts, but then I looked at her and said, "Last Time> Days Between> Saturday Night with an I Fought the Law encore". Predictable. She said that sounded lame, and as long as I was certain, we should split. So we jetted, filled our tummies and sold batiks and hemp jewelry to folks as they were exiting the show. I'm just glad the boys didn't get a wild hair and pull out St. Stephen or Cosmic Charlie for an encore, I know several people that missed out on the Ripple at the Cap' Centre in '88 because they had split during the Saturday Night to beat the crowd…