Ever been kicked out of a show or had your stash confiscated?

Never rejected. But at the Gorge, live piece of shit nation goon squad stole a whole fucking ounce from me. Said we can go talk to the cops if I wanted to complain (before legalization). Fuck live nation. Pretty sure I haven't gone to a ln show since. Probably never will go to the gorge again.  Saw one of the pieces of shit after the show while walking back over the bridge. Walked up to me laughing and said "sorry we stole your weed". Prick. I almost knocked him over the bridge. 

Got tossed from Candlestick in 1985 for smoking on the ramp at halftime of a 49ers game. A bummer because I took the bus so I had to hang out in the parking lot for the 2nd half.

The cops didn't make me empty my pockets though, so I smoked by the bay and listened to the random roars of the crowd, which was kind of cool.

One of my favorite memories was security doing bonghits at Louisville in '93.  This guy kept coming back for more. The last time he took a big one and turned around and his supervisor was right there...but not paying attention.  The dude lost it - coughed up a dragon's lair of smoke at the guy and booked it the other way.   He did make his way back later in the show to thank the gentlemen for their genrosity.

I got booted from a Zero show at small club near Hartford in the late 80s for puffing in the men's room. I don't remember if security took my stash, but I suspect they did.

The first time I went to Red Rocks, in 2001 to see the Q, my friends and I got to our seats and I immediately pulled a bag of shrooms out of my pocket and started eating them. I looked up to see a female security guard standing right in front of me shaking her head. She was cool about it though, and told me to be more discrete in the future.

Never booted, but two confiscations that I can remember. 

Nassau Coliseum 1981.  My 2nd Dead show.  Nassau was famous for undercover narcs in the parking lot.  One guy saw us smoking a joint while walking to the venue.  Made us hand it over and said "give us the rest of the weed or you're going to jail".  We said that was it - one joint for walking in.  He let us go, but we did have more weed.

Second time, of all places, was a Los Lobos show at the Middle East in Cambridge 1999.  I wasn't expecting a full blown body search.  Security took my prized dugout but said I could reclaim it on the way out.  Upon exiting a cop was holding my dugout and bat and playing them like percussion instruments.  I declined to make the request for return.

Got arrested in the parking lot in Providence for an open beer at a Dead show in 1980. Thankfully was just catch and release because the cop was pissed I was underage and from out of state and I assume didn't want to deal with the extra paperwork. That said never thrown out of show. Tried to leave the Counting Crows at the Greek after the second song because their sound system was so under powered we could barely hear them and got intercepted at the gate by security who asked us why we were leaving and put us in VIP behind the sound board after we told him the reason. 

>>>Going to concerts in California was an eye opener.

Yeah my first Dead show at Shoreline in 91 shortly after moving to SF there was a guy on the lawn with 3 foot bong. 

Yes, In Portland's Roseland Theater

Only got booted for rugs once, and it was bogus.  I was seeing the Radiators at the Bayou in Washington D.C. and got tossed for having a joint although I had nothing on me.  I saw the security guy who tossed me out later that week working his other security gig at the Tower Records on Capitol Hill.  He told me he was sorry he'd booted me, but his supervisor has told him to "kick out the longhair".    
 

I got kicked out of King Crimson on the Three Of A Perfect Pair tour at Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, Maryland for taking a leak behind the concessions building when the line for the rest room was too long and I had to go.   I found the head of security, and told him I'd been looking forward to this show all summer, has the utmost respect for MPP, and would never take a whiz anywhere but their restrooms again.  He relented and let me back in just as they opened the show with Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part II.

Another time at Merriweather, I was seeing Neil Young & The Bluenotes in the Summer Of '88.  I was traveling up to Newport, R.I. after the show, and decided to save money for the trip by selling my ticket to a friend and sneaking in the show, and that I'd meet them inside by the same concession stand I'd peed on at King Crimson.  
 

I hopped over two fences and found myself in the backstage area, which was separated from the general concert area by a split rail fence.  I Heckl & Jeckled it from tree to shrub to eventually a transformer to conceal me from security.  I had about 50 feet of open space to traverse to get past the fence and into the crowd, so I played it cool and acted like I was supposed to be there and walked through the opening in the fence.  A lady working security asked f I had a backstage pass.  I said "sure, let me get it out."  She was just trying to grab a hold of my arm when I bolted into the crowd, and quickly sat down ion the lawn.  My heart was racing fast, but I was in. 
 

I headed over to meet my friends but they hadn't gotten in yet as there was a logjam at the regular entrance.  Neil opened the show with Sugar Mountain solo.  Jacked up on the beers I'd pounded in the lot and being a hyper 23 year old, I decided my free lawn seat wasn't good enough and I had to be in the pavilion and closer to Neil.  I hopped a fence but ended up right in the grasp of some massive security guard who ripped my t-shirt, took my weed, and tossed me out a side exit on the other side of the main parking lot.
 

There was a grove of shade trees there, where a hundred or so people were spread out on chairs and blankets enjoying the show for free.  The sound was really clear.  A couple of construction workers shared their big bottle of JD with me, and I ended up having a great time and hearing the show.

As far as California, I was at my first JGB show at the Warfield in early 1994.  I was in the pit and smoking a joint someone had passed me, when I heard a lady's voice behind me, pleadingly saying. "excuse me sir, sir" a few times. I turned around expecting to be busted and she asked me for my drink order.  Ah, California!

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>>>>>Yes, In Portland's Roseland Theater

Not surprised.  I almost got kicked out of the Roseland on a couple of occasions.  Was up in the balcony for a Ratdog show passing a joint around and next thing I know, there were yellow shirts all around me.  I stuck the joint under the seat wrapped around a bolt and they were looking all around on the ground with flashlights saying "we saw you smoking it."   Luckily they never found it.  My buddy standing next to me got kicked out of the Roseland for smoking a joint at Govt Mule.  Similarly, my friend was kicked out of the McDonald in Eugene during David Grisman for smoking a bowl we were passing around,  Another time at the Crystal I was smoking a joint with a buddy and he got hauled out too.  That time the yellow shirt turned to me and said "and I saw you smoking too" but I ducked down quick and duck walked through the crowd like Chuck Berry to another side of the floor. So guess I have been lucky.

During GD summer tour in 94, I had a hemp fanny pack that we called the "fanny pack of holding" because I was always able to sneak stuff into the show in it like magic.  But the magic ended at the Crystal Palace in Auburn Hills on Jerry's birthday.  We put the mushrooms in there and security found them during the search at the entrance.  They threw the bag of mushrooms into a 55 gallon drum by the entrance and my friend tried to retrieve them. She was hanging over the edge of the barrel but couldn't reach them, which was probably a good thing because there was a uniformed police officer standing right behind her waiting to see if she got them.  

>>>>You know guards that confiscate that shit are taking it home

Yep,  I had a client who worked nights as a security guard at the Hawthorne Theater and he told me that is exactly what happens.

Boarding one of the Phil boat shows in NYC. Had a cigarette pack with a bunch of joints in it. He took a most of them, left me two. Could have been worse. 

Was at a Phish show at the PNC Arts center. Three guys were smoking a joint in front of a 20 yard dumpster. Woods 10 yards behind them. State trooper rolls up and sees them. Instead of running into the woods, they climb in the dumpster. Trooper was laughing his ass off as he pulled them out and into his car. 

Fun thread

Nope, not once.

But, That time Riggerdude got his vape confiscated by a security guy at the Higher Ground.

But Rigger new his boss and made him give it back(after the show)

Cro Mags in 88 or so, thrown out for stage diving. Walked to front and bought another ticket for $6 and was back in the pit before Don't Tread On Me was even over.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaBoJUg5EVI

Yup......

Phil show in Asbury Park NJ.   One Power trippy Security Dude was on a mission to keep Heads from dancing in the aisle and I just got tired of it and danced while he shouted at me til I got booted.

Dosed and drunkish, I got and deserved a DUI on the way home.

Had a full Oz of great weed. Police report said 1/8th of Oz. Wasn't about to complain that I had had more weed.

NJ State law requires law to observe a suspect for 10 minutes. That was a fun experience and I sat in a chair in cuffs with a cop just staring at my tripping self.

It was a learning experience

I don't know where to Start.... :)

At an Allman Brothers theater show in Vancouver BC in '95 I lit up a joint in the balcony and a female usher came over and demanded I give it to her. Since she wasn't security, I pulled the joint back and said "no way!", while people around me were telling her to "f*ck off" and "light 'em up". She grumbled some empty threat and walked away.

Maybe she just wanted a hit?

Got tossed from a Pennywise show at Del Mar station for crowd surfing at about age 17. It had a "show" (all ages) side of the house with the stage and dance floor, and the bar (21+) half of the venue, separated by a pony wall and metal fencing. I went out the side (all ages) door and used my fake ID to go right back into the bar through the front.

Got tossed from a Jimmy Buffett concert for (innocently) drunkenly knocking over an entire row of folding chairs. I'm sure I deserved that one but can't lie I really don't remember too much of it.

bob dylan....yep.

I was walking into Richfield Coliseum in Cleveland to see Van Halen and Black Sabbath and had a couple beers in my socks. They stopped me at the gate and found the beers so I took them out of my socks and threw them in the trash bins at the gate. I then started walking thru the gate when a cop tried to grab me and yelled stop. I ran into the building with the cop chasing me, and I was running thru the concourse when I looked back and seen some biker throw his cane into the cops ankles, and I seen the cop fall face first. It was just like the opening of that cop show Blue Knight? Except it was a cop throwing his billy club to trip up some fleeing perp. Table Turned. I kept running and plowed over one usher that tried to stop me. I then ran into the inside of the arena and went straight to the top of the stairs. Some concert goers asked why I was running and I said the cops were chasing me, I think they thought I was tripping until they seen the cops walking up the stairs of 3-4 sections in that area. I snuck behind the last row of seats and cut over a few section and walked down to my seats. My friends were there and I took off my shirt and put on a Sabbath shirt one of them had bought and kept low the rest of the night. 
 

The other time I have been thrown out was at a bar/club. I was at a bar and they had a first floor where the band played. The second floor was a big square and had a big square opening cut out in the floor with chicken wire over it so you could see the band. The cut out square was framed with railings so you could not walk out onto the chicken wire, and had tables around it for viewing the band. I was drunk and threw our table cloth onto the chicken wire, and not long after that three bouncers grabbed me and took me out and beat the shit out of me and called the cops. When the cops got there they told him I tore up the place. I told the cop the three of them jumped me and beat the shit out of me for nothing. I told the cop to go in and have them show him what I tore up. He came back and said it was a stool that I broke, which was a lie. I told the cop I would give them $20 bucks for the stool, and he negotiated them to accept the money, which they did. The cop then said I was free to leave but I told him I wanted the stool I just paid for. He told them to get the stool. They went into the bar and they busted up a stool and brought it to me in pieces. I was beaten and bruised but I think I won that one, and I think the cop kind of enjoyed it all as well. 

Had a small amount bud confiscated at Autzen. Also got caught taping there... sort of. I noted dudes with large binoculars up top scanning the crowd. Always good to know what you are up against, pay attention! I was pretty stealth but some clown rolls in late and sits right beside me with shotgun mics on a stand, way obvious. My take was they spotted him and then noted me right beside him. So they approach him and got him headed out of there (later saw him back in). Then they turned to me and my mic was on top of a hat but while they were fusing with him I discreetly removed my hat into my open backpack that was open towards the stage. I remain quite proud of how slickly I got the hat off and tucked away and drew no attention with them standing right over me. I flipped the flap to cover the mic mostly. You can hear them on the recording saying saying "where'd he go he was RIGHT HERE". They were focused on the hat so I got lucky. 

Then at the Gorge in 88 for that game changing Dylan show I got caught with gear at the gate and turned around to take my gear to the car. I just stepped back 30' and rearranged my equipment putting the cables and mic under my hat. Well the next gal ask me to remove my hat. She saw all the wires etc and just froze unsure of what it was. I held the hat with wires etc  right in front of of her eyes and did the 3,2,1 countdown then just walked right by her and on in. She was young.  Got a good pull too. Sorry Zim

GD @ the mall in Hartford, final show of the Winter '81 tour.  2nd set, found in the wrong seat 2nd time, goner.

Out during Ship of Foods, appropriate, out on the street, a long haired hippie looking guy has a door part open waving people in. Back in during the next song, Lost Sailor, also appropriate?   

Hartford had the worst security like watching a show in a prison yard. The only person I didn't see harassed for dancing in aisle was Walton. 

I guess Meadow Lands was worse but I always skipped those shows. 

the Gaaarden 1990? kgb bud tall boys.. oooohoo that smell wheres dat.. escorted allthe way up cops took my film canister, then was told to go down the stairs all the way down...out on the street

Tipitina's after some Jazz Fest in early 90s. A packed Meters or Neville Bros show. During intermission I was upstairs on the stairwell landing passing a joint around with a few folks, with no security in sight. We weren't being blatant and were surrounded by the crowd. It felt relatively safe.

Unfortunately, a cop was standing outside on the sidewalk and saw us through the 2nd story window. He comes barging up the stairs and just picked on me only. Grabbed me by my belt and starts dragging me down the stairs.

This was the days of fanny packs and with my one free hand I was frantically dropping buds on the way down the stairs as he pushed me / picked me up from behind. I didn't get a chance to dispose of it all. He was pissed when he found more weed after I told him otherwise. Thankfully he didn't find the flat paper bindle when he patted me down and had me empty my pockets.

Once outside I pleaded dumb tourist --  "Sir...in California they let us smoke weed in bars." (This ws before legalization.) I was petrified. Didn't want to go to jail in New Orleans, for sure.

Luckily I was white. And he was too lazy to take me to the station.

Got back in the show, but didn't stop shaking for quite a while. Lesson learned --- in hostile territory look around AND up AND down.

I used to take my Pentax K1000 camera with a long telescopic lens to just about every show, but by the mid-80s it became a no-go for most groups, so I started sneaking it in by hollowing out a full loaf of french bread and cutting it in half. I'd put the camera in one half and the lens in the other, close 'em up and put lettuce and salami around the edges, then wrap them in clear cellophane. I'd put both in a grocery bag along with chips and two oranges and hold the open bag from the bottom while showing it to the searcher at the door.

It worked every time (and was a nice snack) until a Robin Williams show at the Warfield in 1986, when I was running late and didn't have any cellophane, so I had to use aluminum foil to wrap the sandwiches. Since the searcher couldn't see they were sandwiches she reached in and felt the one with the camera body and went pale, then called out to some police near the door that I had a gun!

Needless to say, that caused quite a stir and I had some 'splaining to do, but ultimately, after a bit of a scene on the street they let me take the camera back to my car and go to the show.

It really sucked because I had a 4th row seat on the isle (when the Warfield still had seats on the floor) and I would have gotten some great shots of Robin. Overall the experience was a bummer (the look on that poor searchers face, oh my!) and it soured me on going through the hassle and I stopped doing it soon after.

At least they let me into the show, which was excellent, but all through it I kept thinking, "Damn, THAT would have been a great shot!" I've always regretted missing that chance.

Fucking aluminum foil.

Yep bought a piece in the lot for some dead related show at the forum an hour later that piece was passing around and suddenly it got snatched by security and chucked over the fence ~ We all Saw it crash into BITS.

Lance at the Warfield taking a selfie

Here's a story about the most recent time:

Turns out it's the 3-year anniversary of roe v Wade being overturned today. 

And the show in question was actually Independence Day 3 years ago. Phil of course.

It was someplace in AC I guess? Maybe Stone pony outdoor theater which is nothing but a concrete jungle.

Was at stage right and some song came on like Liberty or something and I was singing about aborting the child in a womb that a woman is entitled to and a bunch of fuck boys and guards decided that I was offensive. Go figure. 

So I was kicked out onto the lush grass right outside the door where the sound was just as good and the company even better. 

That was the day I met my Aquarius pal Bob! He's my most local deadhead friend and has turned me on to such fun things as drum circles and tons of local music......

I sure do miss Phil

me and the band went to Dixieland 

and we drove a big RV

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jRy48LBKvj8&pp=ygUcU3RyaW5nIGNoZWVzZSBpbmN...

The Dead Float-Rite Park Amphitheater, Somerset, WI, 8/3/2003

Had like three joints prerolled and added into my pack of smokes for the show.  Teenage kid aka security at the gate pats down, checks cig pack, notices

the joints, takes them out and throws them in a bin for contraband right next to him, hands me my jointless cig pack back.  Lamest thing that EVER happened to me at a show still.

I haven't really ever had anything like this happen before or since.  Other than that time Summer 1996) my roommate and I biked all the way to Sausalito from our Ingleside district apartment in SF and sat down on this little chill (or so i thought) beach cove spot and started smoking a bowl.  During that session i turn around and see two police officers walking our way.  Already high we're like 'fuck' and just hide the pipe btwn the legs etc.

Cops come over ask us if we've been smoking, after fudging for a few they say they saw us.  They ask for the pipe, do a quick search on us (we had a litttle bud left which he took out and stepped on in the sand).  The best part was when they left us (no tickets or anything they were actually pretty polite) they were like 'next time don't smoke right in front of the police station' HAAA. Freaked me out at the time but super funny now.  Anyone know this spot? I'm sure some do.

I got thrown out of a Bridge benefit at Shoreline. It was raining and my seats were in the 200s, just at the bottom of the giant tent/roof. The rain was running off the tent and landing in our section. After a while, I saw some empty seats in the 100s and tried to stealthily skip the rail and get the seats. I wasn't that stealth. lol 

Damn, you people have a lot of terrible concert security stories, most seeming to come from the east.

Is the pizza worth it?

Yeah, yeah, I know..... you all say the pizza is worth it, but with a little effort I can still get decent, enjoyable "pizza" in the Bay Area along with concert staff and police who aren't all fascists.

Everything in life is balance.

Here's an early police/Grateful Dead encounter of mine...

The afternoon of the final show at Winterland on 12/31/78 my friends and I had a spot in line with hours before doors opened, so a few of us took a walk around the venue to see all the hooha going on.

After a while we sat down on the little grass berm right across the street from the venue, and after seeing Belushi and Aykroyd roar out of the backstage parking lot right in front of us on a motorcycle with a sidecar (Aykroyd was driving) I took out my trusty Sucrets box, put a joint in my mouth and while looking up to light it I realized a police car had pulled up to the curb not ten feet directly in front of me, with the officer in the passenger seat scowling at me. Gulp.

After a moment of stare-down he pointed at me and said, "Don't smoke that!". I nodded and slowly put it back in my little box and they drove away.

Guess what I did then?

Now, all these 47 years later, every time I drive past that spot, which is often since I almost always make a point to drive by the corner of Post & Steiner after I leave a show at the Fillmore, I point to that berm that's still there and say, "Don't smoke that!"

Will I ever learn?

Wait Mike, you got tossed from Shoreline for hopping the rail?

What year was that?

The Leon Russell year, unfortunately. Yes I did 

Did you throw me out? Lol 

Ah, 2010.

And no, I definitely didn't throw you out.

That was the year I had burned out and stepped aside late in the season, leaving the just-say-no head of security in charge with no buffer.

In fairness, he was an honorable guy who over time had gotten lost in his power, but at that late point in the season I wasn't there to save you, which I certainly would have, as I often did for others for such a minor infraction.

Apologies for that. Jumping the rail from the 200s to the 100s should never be an evictable offense, and it never was when I was in charge, especially when the evil drip row was involved.

This will now be just another story from that year's very memorable Bridge Benefit, as I spent that entire weekend in the production office backstage watching the Giants beat the Phillies to get to the World Series, and then moments after that victory being interviewed for a documentary about the 25th year of the Bridge Benefit concerts, which I'm honored to appear in a few times.

Postscript........ That head of security was fired a year later, something I was asked about and didn't appose, and which encouraged me to get back involved at The Dump for a few more years.

Until Live Nation really took over.

Anyway, sorry I wasn't there to save you Mike.

Somehow, none of these tales of woe can match the drama of being left for dead.

Thanks for the additional info Tom. I thought they were a little heavy handed for the crime. They searched me too, which didn't seem to fit the crime. 

Post script - they escorted me out, then I walked the circumference of the lower lot and bought a lawn ticket at the box office. I guess I didn't fool anyone and they met me at the gate. They then had one of Mt View's finest drive me to the train station. Seemed like a funny use of police resources, but what the heck. Overall a stupid move on my part and I missed some great music.

i have 2 pretty good "close call" stories where i almost got my stash confiscated, but triumphed over security or the police. other than these ive never gotten kicked out or had my drugs taken. the first is pretty funny, the second was actually a little intense. 

first time was furthur fest 2010. first night there was NO search whatsoever going into the concert area, so for night 2, i figured...why not dump 100 whippets into my backpack? we get up to the gate and there is a dude doing patdowns. im worried, but do see him glossing over things like small purses so i kept my hopes up. when i got there he asked to see my backapack  and i told him "oh shit, i forgot something at camp, i will be right back." "that's probably a good idea" he responds. i thought i would pull a big brain move, and since he would be thinking about my backpack...id just jam a ton of whippets into my pockets. i get back up to the dude, he doesnt even ask for my backpack, doesnt say anything, just instantly reaches out, grabs my pockets and jangles them HARD. he got this look on his face like he just wanted to die and said "fucking whatever dude" and let me in. 

second time was when JRAD played hardly strictly bluegrass. i was meeting a friend at a landmark so we could get to the JRAD set together, and while i was waiting i rolled a joint. finished rolling, put it away, then my friend got there. after a few minutes we were approached by a security guard. he told me he thought i was selling weed and that i had to give him my weed. i feel a little bad about this because i totally racially profiled the guy, but at the end of the day i am confident i am correct and am confident the dude 100% deserved it. dude was a VERY stereotypical young ghetto black guy and i told him i am not giving him my weed, i have a medical card, and i think he is a thug trying to steal my weed to smoke later. he is obviously pissed, brings over more security, they keep telling me theyre going to call the cops, i tell them  GREAT, call them, i am legally in possession of this cannabis and i am not allowing you to steal my property. this goes on for awhile, i hurl lots of insults, eventually he calls a cop. the cop comes over and says i have to give it to him and if i dont i am going to jail. i tell him he is full of shit and i am absolutely not going to jail. this goes on for like 10 or 20min, constant threats of being arrested and sent to jail, constant insults now aimed at both the thuggish security and thuggish police officers, by the end of it i am surrounded by like 10 cops including a sargent. i just keep telling them the same thing over and over - i know the law, i know im not going to jail or getting arrested, i am in legal posession of my cannabis, and im not giving it to these lowlife thugs to smoke after the show. eventually they give up, tell me i have to leave the park, i go in the direction they tell me then flip around and make it to JRAD with time to spare, all of my weed, and no criminal charges. i hope all those motherfuckers choke to death on bad fast food. 
 

December 73 Boston Music Hall GD. Wife and I had end-of-row aisle seats. We were smoking our big beautiful golden buds and talking with the usher who was working the aisle. He was a  young longhair and Deadhead, and we passed the jays his way when he passed by. At one point he asked if we could roll him one. We complied, but as soon as he got it he walked away about 20 steps and started talking with a cop. Yes, moonlighting and not on duty, but even so... Paranoia strikes deep - were we gonna get tossed, or just our stash? Time seemed to stand still.

The usher lit up, passed the joint to the cop. He took a huge hit, coughed his lungs out, turned to us and gave a big smile and a thumbs up. He turned back and they walked away arm in arm, just like the end of Casablanca.

And then the band went into Playin' > Mind Left Body jam.

That reminded me of the time in Hampton I think 88. After the show we drive back to the our motel room. I was very enhanced and started to get a little paranoid about tripping in the south. We finally make it back to the motel and get to our room. The place is all dead heads and a full on party. I roll one up sit down on the bed and get ready to light it finally relaxed and just at that moment a cop enters the room and starts going through the stuff on the top of the dresser asking where are the papers. I croak something out about there being no papers in the room to which he replies here they are and pulls out a bag of weed and starts rolling a joint.

Turns out it was the motel security guard not a cop. My friend who was hanging out in the hallway told him there were papers in the room and to go in and help himself. That took a few years off my life.  

93 MSG kicked out for puffing walked across the street to Lindy's a cop who had confiscated tickets from scalpers hands me a ticket. I went back in seat was in the same section I was booted from. I found somewhere else to dance lol

Our designated driver to a TXR show ended up getting drunk in the bar. He got gifted a ticket from someone, then came into the Grate room and proceeded to get into a scuffle with the security guard in the drink line and got himself ejected. Only person i ever saw get booted from TXR. We made him sit it out in the car and sober up some- then drive us all home to Monterey anyways because we were all blazing.

Little known fact...

People from Monterey are all trouble makers.

^^^ lol

Im glad we're not the only ones.

Monterey folks don't get out much.

Im sure you see it all ..

Also had a bowl taken at a reggae show outdoors.