The scene in Chicago was everything you might expect from Chicago.  Approaching Addison on the train, my mind released scenes from The Blues Brothers and my spiritual compass immediately began to sense the overwhelming pull that always points to Terrapin. I’m amused by people that do things like Google weather reports up to a week in advance.  It’s as if people forget on an ongoing basis that Tom Petty doesn’t control the weather, Bob Weir does.  Peter Shapiro was there last night and you can bet your ass if he was in charge of the budget, we would’ve gotten a rainbow. Corporate stiffs running things here won’t spring for gigantic rainbow making machines but Shap would have…

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