| Identifier | 6828657 |
| Created At | Tue May 23 2023 23:54:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time) |
| Reference Number | TH-0100 |
| Media Type | FLAC |
| Media Count | 1 |
| Note | Downloads as Lone Justice Asbury Park 12.6.86
Info hash 8b14f3c7281744003a1a8d406e983b3c78aba948 Description Lone Justice Stone Pony Asbury Park, NJ December 6, 1986 source : nakamichi cm300 > sony tcd-5m transfer from master cassette taper : rockcat transfer : markp (partial) you are the light he's working late wait till we get home sweet sweet baby this world is not my home/ Track01.flac:b8004c47c6ddff16a971f319afd232bb Track02.flac:48f5531324ccb3b0fbab320b2cf3de3d Track03.flac:ba3c99286e36711fb1352ddfa9c8a923 Track04.flac:f7074d89b505d3e30159fa6edc77ea5c Track05.flac:e7f7135cf1d6e42d04865483dfe32394 there is a story as to why this is only a partial i doubt i could do it justice i trust the taper will chime in and give us the story as to what happened at the pony that night it must have been a bad memory as he sent me the master way back in the day along with another Lone Justice set he recorded a few days later. =========== #1503353 by rockcat at 2006-12-12 05:07:57 GMT Ouch! My worst taping experience ever! A rowdy night at The Pony. There I was, in front of the stacks with my trusty D5-M and Nak CM-300 mics, prepared for what promised to be a hot rockin' night. I was minding my own business (as usual) and enjoying the show when some drunk guy realizes that I'm holding microphones and decides that he doesn't like that I'm taping the show. He starts yelling in an attempt to ruin my recording. I move away from him...which apparently increased his frustration. He moves closer again, and starts yelling right into my face. I say "Hey man, be cool, I don't want any trouble." In reply, he spits in my face. If he was looking to provoke me, he succeeded. I thought to myself "I'm holding 2 heavy microphones, and if I have to use them to beat the crap out of this guy...so be it." Unfortunately, before I have a chance to react, he blindsides me and hits me over the head with a bottle of beer. If you've ever been hit in the head, you know that you tend to bleed alot (did I mention that I bled alot?) He had gashed my forehead, right along the hairline. There was blood all over my equipment, my jacket, the floor, etc. (although it really didn't hurt that much...it just looked REALLY bad). I ran to the men's room to try to find some paper towel to stop the bleeding. Security saw how badly I was bleeding and asked me what happened. When I told them, they said, "Well, if he tries anything like that again, you let us know, okay?" Yeah, thanks...you're a big help! I grabbed my friend Scott and said "We have to leave...NOW!" My car was a stick (manual transmission) so Scott couldn't drive it, so I had to drive. I sped off down the road towards the nearest hospital. Naturally, I was pulled over by the police for speeding. The police officer took one look at my head and said "Just go...get yourself to the hospital immediately!" (thankfully, he didn't give me a ticket). At the hospital (the worst hospital in the world), the nurse said "Have a seat, a doctor will be out to see you shortly. I was sitting at a table (roughly the size of a billiards table) resting my head in my hands. The blood was flowing onto the table. I kept asking (and asking, and asking) "When will the doctor be able to see me." She replied "Just be patient, he'll be out to see you shortly." 45 minutes later I was still waiting and the all-white table was now completely red from corner to corner with my blood. I was starting to feel a little woozy. At this point, I no longer gave a shit about hospital protocol...I jumped up...and headed through the doors to the emergency room treatment area. The nurse said "Sir, you can't go in there." I said "Just watch me." Once inside, I started rifling through cabinets until I found some gauze sponges and ace bandages and I wrapped up my own head. Scott and I then jumped back into my car and I drove 1-1/2 hours back to the Philadelphia suburbs (to Abington Hospital). When I walked through the doors at Abington, the nurses rushed to my aid and they exclaimed "Oh my God...Sir, let us help you!" (you'll notice a slight difference in the level of care between Abington and Asbury {extreme sarcasm}). I believe the gash required 8 stitches. I don't recall if I ever listened to this recording (I'm not sure that I ever want to). I'll be interested to see if people like it...I'm guessing that it probably sounds pretty good (all 20 minutes of it)! |
| Source Info | nakamichi cm300 > sony tcd-5m > transfer from master cassette > FLAC |
| Traded From | BT (DIME) download, December 2006 |
| Trades Allowed | |
| Taper Name | rockcat |
Performance
| Lone Justice 1986-12-06 The Stone Pony, Asbury Park, NJ | |
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| Set 1 | You Are The Light
He's Working Late Wait Till We Get Home Sweet, Sweet Baby This World Is Not My Home |
| Set 2 | |
| Set 3 | |
| Comment | setlist incomplete
A rowdy night at The Pony. |