At the closing of Winterland, we’re dancing way up top and behind the stage (by the way, “way up top” at Winterland was so not far up), when suddenly the ceiling plaster, which at its rounded corner wasn’t far above us, started to crumble. Now imagine us, in our stoned-out, tripping state, looking up as a portion of the concrete ceiling crumbled and fell to the floor.
He drops just a few feet to the floor, throws his blanket to the ground, shakes off the ceiling dust like a wet dog, screams something about making it to The Show.
We are wide eyed as we next see the rebar as it is bent out and toward us and then a dust-covered hippie slides down through the hole he created. He drops just a few feet to the floor, throws his blanket to the ground, shakes off the ceiling dust like a wet dog, screams something about making it to The Show, and runs off not to be seen by us again. If it was a hallucination, it was shared by many of us as we looked up through the hole at the roof rafters above.
~ Doug Aberle