Just a few non- Sabbath related observations

Just a few non- Sabbath related observations, starting with the drive to the show and the dusky hue over the highway west and the huge blanket of clouds that caressed the sun— surely a promise of a good night ahead…. Walking into Great Woods with some old friends and we pass by a tall pony-tailed scalper— “Got tickets. Who needs tickets? Got tickets.” Not twenty feet away from him and in plain view is another man, grey bearded and bald, eyes on the people passing him by— “I need tickets. Who has tickets? Need tickets.” Sean informs him and points toward the scalper and the man shrugs, his face recoils, as if Sean had just asked him about Boy George tickets…. I’m standing at the top of the steep ramp that connects the lawn to a lower level that leads to the t-shirt vendors and beer stands. I’m rocking out to War Pigs, staring intermittently at the crowd and down the ramp when a random thought pops into mind: the trek down that ramp is an accident waiting to happen. Right on cue, a guy falls to the ground, crashes into the chain-link fence and rolls over twice before climbing to his feet, laughing and stumbling away into the crowd…. Then there were the two dudes I met on the pavilion by the beer stand. One shared his last giant can of beer with me. Over the course of that giant can of beer he volunteered his opinion that Mushrooms were good for our brain synapse— that the chemicals in the drug filled in lost or broken passageways for our neurotransmitters to travel. And Sabbath was great.