Santana with Ozomatli: 10/17/1999

Santana is always great in concert, but this concert was especially nice since he had Ozomatli opening, and members of Ozomatli joined Carlos and his band during their set.

My wife and I went to this show with some acquaintances, another couple who we sort of knew but were not really friends with. The concert was at Coral Sky Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach, which is your typical amphitheatre. There are seats in the front half and an open field in the back. We had seats, which was nice.

I was not very familiar with Ozomatli at this time, but they came out and totally rocked. I was really impressed with their sound and energy, and during their last song, they all picked up percussion instruments and walked out among the audience, jamming like a conga line. It was the perfect opener for Santana.

Santana was, as I said, amazing. His tone and the clarity of his guitar work are the signs of a musical virtuoso. He played a great mix of his classic music, as well as songs from his then new album, “Supernatural,” which I think is an incredible album and one I was listening to quite a bit at that time. The only down side about this show was the drive home. We lived in Miami at the time, so it was a bit of a long trek back from West Palm.

Anyway, here’s the setlist. Rock and roll!

  • Spiritual / (Da Le) Yaleo / Hannibal (with Ozomatli)
  • Migra (with Ozomatli)
  • Put Your Lights On (with Ozomatli)
  • Santana Sandwich
  • Day of Celebration
  • Victory Is Won
  • Maria Maria (with Ozomatli)
  • Europa (Earth’s Cry, Heaven’s Smile)
  • Smooth
  • Bacalao con pan (with Ozomatli)
  • Make Somebody Happy / Get It in Your Soul
  • Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen
  • Oye como va
  • Everybody’s Everything
  • Love of My Life
  • Jin-go-lo-ba

The Who: 7/30/1989


I’ve seen The Who multiple times throughout my rock and roll life, but this show was by far the longest of all the Who concerts I attended. Some people griped about this tour, because the band had a plethora of backing musicians and Pete played mostly acoustic guitar (supposedly because of his tinnitus), but I thought it was an “amazing journey.”

I went with my two brothers and a bunch of our friends, all piled into my friend Lydia’s van. We got there fairly early and found our seats, which were on the field and not bad. As we were waiting for the show to start, a young woman of questionable morals took a seat in front of us. She was obviously a dancer and proceeded to stand on her chair and “perform” to the music piped in over the PA. While I was in no way offended by this show, I was somewhat taken aback by a couple of frat boys who were sitting off to the side of us, commenting about how sweet she was. They started talking with her, and within a very short time, they each took turns going into the port-o-john with her. They came back to their seats, smug and smiling, giving each other high-fives. All I could think was that they would be going home to some poor, unsuspecting sorority girls. It took me a while to get the vision of them in the porto out of my mind.

Finally, the show started, and the band opened with a “Tommy” mini-set, playing a nice chunk of the album. It was still light, which was a little disappointing, because I would have loved to have seen a killer light show accompanying the performance, but it was great nonetheless. After Tommy, they played a bunch of other songs, building in intensity and energy before taking a break.

After the break, they came back and played another long set, opening with “Magic Bus” and just ripping through one great song after another.

Finally, the set ended, but they returned for a multi-song encore and closed the night with  “Summertime Blues.” For me, it was an awesome concert. I was particularly surprised by “Trick of the Light,” a more obscure song that I LOVE.

After the concert, the traffic was insane, so we all hung around in the van and indulged in a post-concert tailgate until the traffic cleared.

Here are the set lists, to give you an idea of how long this show was.

Set 1:

  • Overture
  • It’s a Boy
  • 1921
  • Amazing Journey
  • Sparks
  • The Acid Queen
  • Pinball Wizard
  • We’re Not Gonna Take It
  • See Me, Feel Me
  • Eminence Front
  • Let My Love Open the Door
  • Face the Face
  • I’m a Man
  • I Can’t Explain
  • Substitute
  • I Can See for Miles
  • Trick of the Light
  • Boris the Spider
  • Who Are You

Set 2:

  • Magic Bus
  • Baba O’Riley
  • My Generation
  • A Little Is Enough
  • 5:15
  • Love, Reign O’er Me
  • Sister Disco
  • Rough Boys
  • Join Together
  • You Better You Bet
  • Behind Blue Eyes
  • Won’t Get Fooled Again


  • Hey Joe
  • Dig
  • Summertime Blues

Fleetwood Mac: 11/6/1987


Although I am not 100% sure, I believe this was the last concert that I attended at the infamous Hollywood Sportatorium in South Florida. I’ll see if I have any later stubs as I work through the collection, but if my memory serves me correctly, this was the last one. The Sporto was permanently closed in 1988 and then demolished to build McMansions.

Fleetwood Mac is one of those bands that I really like some of their stuff, and some things not so much. Also, growing up in the 70’s and 80’s, I was subjected to more than enough of their music on the radio. Still, I figured it would be worth checking them out, and hey, concerts were still just $17.50 back then.

I was a little disappointed that Lindsay Buckingham was not with them on this tour. I know that the music purists will tell you that the band was never as good as when Peter Green was the guitarist, but Buckingham was no slouch, in my humble opinion. Anyway, they had two guitarists with them on that tour, Billy Burnette and Rick Vito.

I enjoyed the concert, even if the sound was terrible, but concertgoers in South Florida expected that at the Sporto. The high points for me were “Oh Well” and Mick Fleetwood’s amazing drum solo. I was a little disappointed that they didn’t play “Hypnotized,” but it was not that big of a deal. The rest of the show was cool.

I searched online and found the setlist, which I’ve included here. Technology is a wonderful thing. Cheers!


  • Say You Love Me
  • The Chain
  • Dreams
  • Isn’t It Midnight
  • Rhiannon
  • Oh Well
  • Seven Wonders
  • Rattlesnake Shake
  • Everywhere
  • Over My Head
  • Gold Dust Woman
  • Don’t Let Me Down Again
  • Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You?
  • I Loved Another Woman
  • Brown Eyes
  • World Turning
  • Little Lies
  • Stand Back
  • You Make Loving Fun
  • Go Your Own Way


  • Blue Letter
  • Don’t Stop
  • Songbird

Emerson, Lake & Powell: 10/5/1986


Keith Emerson was my favorite keyboardist of all time, and sadly, he died yesterday of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. So, I figured it was appropriate to write about one of the times I saw him perform.

I was never fortunate enough to see Emerson, Lake & Palmer, but this show was pretty close. For the tour, Cozy Powell replaced Carl Palmer on drums. Powell is no slouch on the drum kit, and he was probably the best person to fill in.

The concert was nothing short of spectacular. The set included a nice mix of pieces spanning ELP’s career. Some of the high points were “Pirates,” “Pictures at an Exhibition,” and “Fanfare for the Common Man.” But the pinnacle of the show for me was the encore, which included “Karn Evil 9: 1st Impression Part 2.”

“Karn Evil 9” is from the Brain Salad Surgery album, which is one of my all-time favorite album. Throughout the years, I’ve owned multiple vinyl copies, CD, cassette, and have even owned it on 8-track. It is just a phenomenal album. So how can I convey what it was like to see Keith Emerson perform this?

The band rocked through “Karn Evil 9,” and then Emerson went into a wild solo on the keyboards. He was like a madman! He was soloing, and then turned around and continued playing backwards, not missing a beat. He then extracted a pair of daggers from his belt and stabbed them into the keys, holding and sustaining notes while playing over the sustained notes. Then he hoisted the keyboard onto his back and began running around the stage playing the keys backwards and over his shoulder. I was floored! I had never seen anything like it, and I have never seen anything like it since. It was almost beyond belief.

Keith Emerson will be sorely missed. He was a virtuoso musician who pushed the boundaries of rock music. Here is a video of him performing. Be inspired!

The Who: 11/27/1982


This stub is from the first time I saw The Who. Now I have to confess that at the time, Pete Townsend was my idol guitarist. So going to see The Who was a huge deal for me. And it was a big event, with Joan Jett and the B-52s opening.

We made the trek from Miami to Orlando, dealt with the crush of getting through the gates for a general admission stadium show, and opted for seats in the stands. We really did not want to deal with standing on the open field of the Tangerine Bowl.

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts opened the show, and they rocked it. They hit the stage and broke right into “Bad Reputation,” which was the perfect opener. The rest of her set was solid and she kept the crowd pumped up.

Then the B-52s came out. I was not a big fan of their music at the time, but I was curious to check them out. They played about two or three songs and then a wave of debris hit the stage. It was one of the ugliest scenes of a band getting booed off the stage that I had ever witnessed. They said “Fuck you” to the audience and walked off. I really felt bad for them, but honestly, it was a stupid move on the part of the promoter. Their music was not in the same genre as The Who’s, and after a hard rocking set by Joan Jett, it was just not a good place for them to be sandwiched in the middle.

After a while, The Who burst on stage and opened with “My Generation.” Wow! I was blown away from the first power chord. Pete was jumping around, doing his classic windmills, and Roger Daltrey was swinging his microphone around like a madman. It was a moment I will never forget.

The rest of the show was great, and they played a nice mix of songs that included classic hits, new tunes, and some obscure oldies like “Tattoo.” I actually found the setlist online. Click here if you want to check it out.

I had heard some complaints about this tour, particularly directed toward Kenny Jones who replaced the late Keith Moon on drums. But myself, I LOVED this concert, and though I would see The Who more times, this concert holds a special place in my rock and roll heart.

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again

Ginger Baker: 10/23/1989


While rummaging through my piles of stubs this morning, I came upon this one, which has a great story associated with it. For those of you who do not know who Ginger Baker is, he was most famous for being the drummer for Cream and Blind Faith, but he also played in other bands.

OK, now for the story.

During this time, I was in a couple bands and playing a lot of music, hence I had a lot of musician friends. One of my band mates, Greg, was a huge Eric Clapton and Cream fan, so he found out about this drum clinic where Ginger Baker would be performing. He and I, along with a few of our musician friends that included Big Ed and Bongo Bob, got tickets to attend. Big Ed and Bongo Bob were in a band together called the Pranksters, inspired by Ken Kesey’s merry band of freaks. Ed, who sadly passed away too young, was about 500 pounds and Bob loved to wear a suede jacket with fringes (in Florida) while channeling his inner Roger Daltrey.

We arrived at McArthur High School in Hollywood, Florida and all I could think of was “Oh, how far the mighty hath fallen!” I half expected the sign in front of the school to display “Puppet Show and Ginger Baker.” It was kind of sad to see that one of rock’s legendary drummers was reduced to playing by himself in a high school auditorium.

If you’ve heard stories about Mr. Baker, I can attest that they are accurate. He was kind of a curmudgeon, and he definitely suffered the effects of living the hard rock and roll life. He banged around on a blue Ludwig drum kit, and in between would tell garbled stories in a way that made Ozzy Osbourne sound eloquent. Then the floor was opened up for questions. Ginger seemed to have a difficult time understanding what was being asked. At one point, someone asked a question, which somehow reworded itself in his brain to a criticism about his drug use (the question had nothing to do with drugs). He started ranting about how people just won’t leave him alone about drugs, and blah blah blah. The poor person who asked the question went and sat down, dejected.

Finally, we all got to line up and meet Ginger and get autographs. People were getting records, drum heads, and such memorabilia signed. I lacked the foresight to bring one of my Cream albums along, but I did get him to sign the ticket stub, as you can see from the image.

When my friend Greg got up there, I could see how awestruck he was, meeting one of his musical idols. And hey, I understand. Meeting someone who has inspired you is a huge deal. But I was unprepared for what I would discover at our next band rehearsal.

The band I was in at the time with Greg, The DV8’s, would practice in Greg’s garage. I arrived for practice, guitar case in hand, and was greeted by a beaming Greg. “Look what I got!” he exclaimed as he pointed to the corner. There stood a new blue Ludwig drum kit. He was unable to resist the temptation to purchase the drum kit that Ginger Baker played on at the world famous McArthur High School. Every time after that when we would rehearse, when I looked at the drum set, I would get the image of Ginger Baker, sitting by himself, at the front of a high school auditorium.