Riot's Rock Legend: What the hell...

What the hell... there are no rules anymore -
- these Set Lists!

Tried to be prepared...

.........

There are no words there are no words
No Spoken Word

Drove off in shell shock. Fucking gypsy caravan from hell, second show of the tour, straight on to Tampa....

-And the shock is still not over -

We thought we at least had a clue from the last night but only 4 (sorta 5) songs were repeated.

Full Moon - Crescent Shape - Premonition

????? Complete - disbelief - Don't. Move. Don't let anyone notice... still reeling as my fingers ACTUALLY wrap around it - trying to understand that I actually have one -just then - THAT song starts-

I Do Not Want This!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Lukas and Jen look over - do they see my hand?

Goddamn they go so hard on the middle fucking Glory of the Four Piece.

Everyone...just....stunned. Physical.

Full Moon as we leave the venue...

The set ends. They signal from several people down Rail the way to get out, we need to leave. We do.

I do. I can't make it through Jane’s still holding it. My hand is still shaking as I try to zip it into my bag with out anyone seeing, I have to walk back through the pit....

Rushing out - The others want to leave. We have to check out - we have a long drive. My hand is on my bag, stay silent little one....trying to be discrete, I'm not sure why. People keep stopping me to talk - the others want to leave, I know. We all run out, I'm trailing behind, Fee says "I hear another Tambourine," I say - "Sorry that’s my ass..." I guess in hindsight they thought I was kidding. So much was going on - so much was happening. I surely wasn't going to talk about it - for fear I would jinx it in retrospect. They couldn't talk either because we were rushing back to the car....

Finally on the road to Atlanta. Twenty minutes into the drive - Best Delayed Reaction to having Caught a Tambourine ever:

"Dude - that shit was SICK live they only even did it like twice on Self Destruct- And he threw MAD tambourines tonight,"

"Yeah but he kept throwing them in the same place to the middle-"

"Not mine,"

"What do you mean not yours?"

?

"Um, nothing... -Dude did you see!? Diva was going OFF!"

"I know right!"

Ten minutes later:

"Um, Yeah....OK, so....you know The Good Soldier Tambourine?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well...um, it's sitting in the back seat with me."

Silence.

confused - "What?"

"I have it. It's in my bag."

"What!?"

"Wait - you have it?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

Silence is then broken by the sound of Tambourine.

"CAROL!!!!"

"Why didn't you tell us!?"

"I thought you saw it when you looked over at me during I Do Not Want This!?"

"No we didn't see it why did you say something!?!"

"I donor, I was trying to be discrete."

"CAROL!"

....i know....I don't get me either.

I took an hour-long catnap. I took over driving for the last 3 or 4 hours. What’s time when Stevie Nicks is on the CD player and the Tambourine is at my side and Miss J on the other so we can gossip and I stay awake somehow.

I got to sleep for the first and last time that weekend on a bed. Sure it was less then an hour, but, one doesn't really require sleep on tour.

No sleep so long as there’s Starbucks. Those Johns.