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You probably never think it to look at me today, but I used to be a pretty cool guy back when.

These days, I make a living fixing cars and motorcycles, partly on the back of skills that I picked up in my former life, as the guitarist and a touring rock and roll band.

Now, we never made it big or anything.

We didn't sell out stadiums or earn a platinum record, but we made enough money selling tapes and t-shirts and merchandise and tickets to our shows to earn a pretty decent living

for ourselves. Now, we were based out of Boston and played a lot of shows in New York and

Philly, but we also played all over the country too, doing that old school touring schedule

thing of planning conquests with nothing but a map and a phone book. And that's how we ended up

doing a kind of Rocky Mountain rock and roll tour during the summer of 1977, one that took

us through Utah, Wyoming, and most relevant to this story, Colorado.

And so we managed to book ourselves onto the bill of a music festival in a little mountain

town called Lake City.

It was a bit of a family affair, so we played a couple of Gordon Lightfoot

and Neil Diamond numbers, along with a couple of the softer tunes. Now, it was light duty,

as my World War II vet dad used to say, and we were still working, but it was also a chance to

relax and recharge our batteries a little before

the heavier shows up in Aspen and Boulder and Denver started.

Now we finished our set at around 5.30 and then walked around talking to the locals and enjoying

their hospitality. I have myself a little green chili bison burger, a delicacy that no other

burger has managed to top, by the way,

while our bassist, this crazy SOB, ate a whole plate of Rocky Mountain oysters all to himself,

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