I went with Tom, both of us thinking that the other one knew how to get to St.Andrews Hall. Easier said than done. At one point we were on the corner of the one way street in front of the gig. I could hear the boom chick boom but couldn't find out where the hall was. At another point we ended up in deepest, darkest downtown Detroit. And this is not to denote some sort of sly comment, where we were there were no street lights!
After some trying we finally made it there, turning off the Hank Williams Jr tape I had brought along for the ride(Hank, stay away from The Air That I BReathe..your version is hideous...) and made it up to the club. We saw half the gig but it was amazing. As we slowly moved into the hall I ended up standing by one of the back speakers. Damn thing nearly stopped my heart the bass was so loud.
For the encore (the private psychedelic reel - fantastic) we got up onto the balcony. I was leaning over the side, watching out when suddenly a flashlight shined in my eyes. Security, they thought I was pouring beer over the rail. I had no beer and when I think back I was rather sweaty but I doubt it was pouring off my stomach down onto the blonde beneath us. But who's to say. The gig ended and it was amazing.
When Tom got married in 2003 he requested, and they played, Block Rockin' Beats at the recpetion sealing his wedding as the coolest (until mine...cough...) and it just made me smile. I haven't been to St.Andrews since but I do know how to get there now. Best to go early, during the daylight, so you don't end up in either Windsor or 8 Mile.


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