.....absolutely.....Alpine Valley is a great one....The lawn section is bigger than General Lee's ego.......:beer:
You know it. I love Alpine Valley. From my first days snowboarding there in 1985 to my soccer tournaments there on the plush grass to the soggy 3 day stay that the Grateful Dead did back in 1989, which would be there last shows before they were banned by the local city council. Huh? Go figure. What an experience that was. Especially sliding down those slippery wet/muddy covered slopes on pieces of cardboard/garbage bags in pouring rain. Then there were those Heads trolling the lots mumbling "squares, boomers, ganj, x, snow, tye dyes, pipes, bongs, bootlegs, $10 hits, $5/gm shrooms, nitrous ballons, blue meanies, blah, blah, blah." A strange crowd indeed. A kind of gloomy scene with so many lost Jerry's Kids with no direction. No way near the uplifting fiesta vibe of a tailgating party lot filled with Jimmy's Parrotheads.
Alpine holds many fond memories, although, there was one tragic night I can remember. In August 1990 in East Troy, after his concert ended with a foggy encore jam session with Eric Clapton, Buddy Guy, Jimmie Vaughan and Robert Cray, Stevie Ray Vaughan boarded a helicopter destined for Chitown. He never made it, the helicopter crashed unnoticed into the hillside .6mi away from the amphitheater and ended his life 36 days before his 36th birthday. Last song-"Sweet Home Chicago"-Jam on Stevie.
OOPS!! Sorry about the drawn out trip down Alpine Valley Memory Lane in East Troy, Wisconsin. Go! Packers Go!
Now back on subject, Alpine Valley and Jimmy Buffet.
Pennekamp,
We finally have something in common, you're a good man.
Joe Merchant,
Not sure if you knew it, but Jimmy was in Oshkosh a few years back with one of his seabirds. Priceless.
Tell you what, nothing beats a good Parrothead convention anywhere, anytime, Right? October is looking real good out West.
10/16-San Diego, 10/18-Vegas, 10/21-Mountain View and 10/25-Vegas. When your Dad's best friend in KASE knows Jimmy and the road manager, you're set for life for any JB concert anywhere. Best seats in the house with margarita in hand and maybe even a spot in the staged pre-set congo line. A great guy too. When I grow up, I want to be like Mr. Jimmy Buffet. Livin the Island Dream. Now send over Dezdmona's Rocketship so I can blast the hell out of this godforsaken desert.
Oh, YEAAAH!