Just, " Thanks Everyone for one of the best days in the history of rock and roll".

you might have run into me by the name i was being called that day, a name im known as in a few other circles as well, "spaz". i wore a red security jacket, a navy blue san francisco police ballcap and had a radio and a golfcart. pretty sure i spread the word that was the name to look me up under, if not then my bad. i try to avoid using the name spaz on tribe because it tends to get confused with the spaz arehouse of oakland of which i have nothing to do. spaz is my originally-given playa name from Burning Man.

i was mostly zipping around with the golfcart backstage escorting the musicians and their gear from their parking spots to the stage, among a bizillion other things i was doing that day. i think i broke only for the last half hour or so of the show, and at that point my feet were really in bad shape.

i hadnt exactly planned on the role i was given, and had hoped to be more available to connect with my own crew of volunteers, but thankfully sara and jerillyn deborah and others helped them all find tasks that got everyone busy. i was so proud to have my three DPW volunteers show up for their first-ever family dog gig and watch as they each setlled into handling some of the most delicate and serious backstage issues with confidence and grace. otto got appointed liaison for the hells angels, duck got to manage all kinds of functions for bonz and me, and tremain calm stood post for hours at the backstage gate parking entrance directing traffic i was unable to handle cuz there was just too many people arriving at once. seriously without these guys we'd have been so screwed back there i doubt anyone would have gotten their shit on stage in time.

im back in LA now locked in album recording sessions. i wont be there for the meeting/party on the 10th. yall have a good one and ill see you all sometime soon.

peas & luff