First let me mention that just like there is black humor on the battlefield and in the emergency room (so I’ve heard), it’s the same on the road. Quite often the handicapped had front row in the concerts. While on one hand this seemed like a kind idea, reality was a different story. Traditionally at the concerts at some point–usually at the start of Satisfaction–the crowd would stand up and move forward toward the stage. This crush of fans would 1, push the front row against any barricade which resulted in people blacking out and having to be passed overhead to safety and recovery; press and push any wheel chair or person with crutches forward to a pinned in a scary position. It also worked against the local politician who copped front row seats to take his kids!!! Some of the funniest photos I have seen show a well dressed politician in the front row with his fingers in his ears while kids are all around him screaming and in bliss. They got out of there fast when the crowd surged.
Now for Gregory.. Keith and I developed the ultimate fan. We must have been discussing warts when he told me they were called verrucas in the UK and then we spoke of open wounds..lesions (remember I said sick humor) and we came up with Gregory Lesion Verruca, a fan with leprosy. We would slip notes under one another’s hotel/motel room door…with little bit of stuff (tip of a hot dog)and say… “While I was waiting to see you, I lost part of my finger..here this is for you, Gregory Lesion Verruca”
