When Peter Gabriel hit the stage at the Dr. Pepper Concert Series in Central Park in July, 1980 we were seriously pumped up. Peter Gabriel had left Genesis but, for me, his self titled solo albums took him to a whole new level. The packed house in Central Park began to roar as Gabriel made his way through the audience from back to front. Peter Gabriel wore a black jumpsuit and sported a shaved head which was rubbed by some in the crowd as he bounded down the aisle toward the stage. I was standing on the folding chair during one number singing along to I think “I Don’t Remember” just having a good time and someone behind me gave me a shove because I guess I was blocking his view. John the Cook quickly pounced on him alleviating any potential conflict brewing. Now midtown Manhattan used to be a bustling crowded place pre-pandemic and one of our friends, who will remain nameless, decided to do two hits of blotter acid for the occasion, when one probably would have done the trick, and we spent the walk back to the train after the concert navigating the crowded streets with him staring at the sky and periodically pulling on his shirt to keep him from walking into traffic. Yet another concert adventure; no one was hurt, everyone survived and no animals were harmed in the production.

Games Without Frontiers

Rock on!

GQ