Well it turns out I could’ve recorded the show after all. Security was very light — back to the good old days — but I did not chance it and did not bring my recorder in…and was thus able to sing along, whistle, cheer, and all the other things bootleggers must refrain from doing. A couple girls next to me were amazed that I knew the words to every song! I was amazed that this was a source of amazement, since Jimmy didn’t sing anything particularly rare. Anyway, it was a good show — nothing exceptional, but quite enjoyable. Just about enough to get me listening to the albums again, which I’d stopped doing after the Alpine Valley debacle two years ago.So, no audio files again this year. But at least I have photos I can offer…once I write up the 2003 page.
