One
of the BB tour shows happened at a huge arena just outside Chicago. The weather
that day was bizarre, I recall. We took turns driving our rental car and got
kind of lost on the highways trying to get to the gig from our hotel rooms.
The
sky just kept getting uglier and uglier. I complained how dark it was, and
somebody in the car pointed out, “You’re still wearing your shades, Lauren!”
Oh! I took off my Ray-Bans, but still: it was only midday and the sky still
kept getting darker and darker, the color of a big purple and blue bruise.
Scary! The rain let loose and golfballish hail filled the air and dented the
car hood & roof.
To
the west we could see something even weirder in the sky: a large funnel cloud. Tornado
time! I was more fascinated than scared at that point, but we pulled over on
the side of the highway just because the precipitation was so horrible you
could hardly see and somehow it seemed safer to stop. Traffic slowed or stopped
in deference to the deadly show that Mother Nature presented for about thirty
minutes.
Fleetly,
the storm and its fury passed away. We started up the car and drove to the
Chicago gig, car a little dented but safe again, where we all performed for
about 8,000 BB fans. Wild day!
The
next day, the tour played Milwaukee at some festival in a huge tent, and Victor
from the Violent Femmes came out for a backstage visit. Here’s a pic of him and
Billy Ficca.
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