Monday, June 15, 2009

Another Anniversary

It was 22 years ago today when I first met Jenny. I must confess that my memory of that day is fairly fuzzy, most of which I will blame on the opium. It is a bit of a strange story to tell, chronolgically speaking. Lets just say that it started on a sunny Saturday afternoon, 6/15/87, in Ventura. Back to that momentarily. So six weeks later I find myself in the parking lot of Anaheim stadium floating before the Dylan/Dead show. This number with long brown hair walks up to me and says "Hi Paul". The mental rolodex starts flipping. For any younger readers that is manual version of todays PDA's. With a little cajoling my memory kicked in.

"Hey how you doin'?"
"Great. My band is going to be playing at the Roxy in a couple weeks. Why don't you come down?"
"Sure."
"Cool."

We parted ways until the nite of her show. I must say she could have used a better band. She had a good voice, but beyond that, she could gyrate like Janis. After the show she said that she'd be up in my neck of the woods in a few weeks, maybe we could get together. 'Yeah, alright". Well as predictably unpredictable as I was at that time I got a little lost and missed her. However, in my absence Ol' Jack Hyman ran into her and she relayed the story of how we met. With her recollection being better, and a different perspective this is the story that she related to him:

It was between sets and I was standing behind a chain link fence off to the side of the stage. I was tripping and getting a lot of negative feedback from people. I looked out and saw paul sitting on his sleeping bag (I was about 15 feet out, center stage). He looked at me and with his finger gestured for me to join him. (Hows that for cool? Take that Fonzie) We sat there thru most of the set not saying a word, just looking at each other. When they played Morning Dew we both started to cry. After the show we spent the nite together on the beach. In the morning we parted ways.

The next day I dropped some more acid, hit the show, then hitched home. Needless to say it was a great weekend, but that saturday story is just too good to let go.Where ever she is I hope she enjoys telling this tale of her youth to her friends, maybe even her children. Who knows, maybe some day I'll hit a Dylan show in LA and see if Once Upon A Time truely does end Happily Ever after.

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