Lee was our only drummer for the night so he took the opportunity to let his limbs fly in all direction. Letting whatever hair he has left, out. I think it worked as his drumming was more relaxed than usual. For some reason he was a bit happier than usual, thereby the night's nickname of Giddy Lee. Maybe it was the blueberries in the short conical tails? I don't know, maybe it was the pizza the Carroll's dude gave us at halftime which we ate, ice cold, Rich stuffed the rest in his bag with what is likely to be a sturgeon.
Today In Deadstein
Playing Mostly Old-Tyme Grateful Dead
A great night, too good to bother eating during.