We get in the show and it is already kickin'. After a while of dancing with my girlfriend, we decided to locate the rest of our kids who were towards the front, about 15ft. from the stage. My boy Spaldazzio announces that he saw Gordo. We look but don't see him. "He is right up there man," someone else spots him, but still no avail for me. I couldn't decide if they were messin' with me or what, although it wouldn't surprise me seeing him. 

Anyways, during set break we adjourn for the usual and back to the show. I started wanderin' around up top on the balcony with my good bro Charlie to get a better view. I pretty much forgot about Mike at that time. Then my girlfriend (of only a short time) comes upstairs and asks me if I want to meet Mike. Apparently, she had been talking to him for quite some time. 

Sure, so we head downstairs to the floor to where the rest of the kids are groovin' at the right of the stage. Sure enough, Gordo is chillin' a foot away. He was deep in conversation with this girl that I assume he came with, so I don't rush to meet him. Besides, I have had plenty of opportunities to meet Mike, seeing him on lot all the time, yet I still hadn't. So I just start groovin' to that funked out soul-movin' sound that these boyz spit at you. The whole time Mike is still chatting. 

I started getting nudged in the back from behind by the lady he had been talking to. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then it happens again and again. Each time I'm being urged forward, giving me less and less room to dance. I'm used to that sort of thing from dancing at shows throughout the years. I couldn't figure out if she was pissed that I was close to their space or if she was trying to hit on me in a weird sort of way (which has happened to me before; no words, just the occasional brushing past and then a smile at a glance). 

Anyhow, Mike goes out the backstage door to leave. A few moments later, the guy working the door comes over to my girl and says that Mike wanted to get her Email address. So she wrote it down on a little piece of paper and gave it to him. That was that...I guess he supposedly was in town at a Meditation center and had been at the Chicago show the night before. 

Well, he never did email my girlfriend, but I remember thinking at the time, (even though we were just dating)...You may play a mean bass...but I can tear it up on the floor... Ha Ha... 

If you ever do read this Gordo, remember that show and my girl, providing that the small piece of paper was never lost... you have my permission to email her...No hard feelings.....Oh ya, by the way...Get your asses back on stage soon... were dyin' over here....Keep the VIBES phlowin' Kids. Peace!!!

 - dharmabum