Format: 2 CDR, 21 tracks, ~ 87min
Label: Zone
51 Prod 858.01/02
Disc1 : 40.45
01. radio
show
02. intro
03. back
in the saddle
04. bigh
ten inch record
05. mama
kin
06. three
mile smile
07. reefer
head woman
08. lord
of the thighs
09. no more no more
10. lick and promise
11. sick as a dog
Disc2 : 46.26
01. steven talk
02. sweet emotion
03. crow
04. dream on
05. same old song and dance
06. walk this way
07. milk cow blues
08. toys in the attic
09. encore
10. train kept a rollin
Recorded live at:
The cal expo amphitheater
Sacramento.california.usa
August 02th.1983
comments:
Audience recording
The best show of the
band's summer
mini-tour, Tyler is at
his most
coherent. “What are you
guys fighting
about?” Tyler says after the opening tune, as
he tries to stop fans going after each other.
“Come on, come on.” The first verse of “Mama Kin” goes missing, but
Tyler is back for the rest. He improvised “keep in touch with uncle Jim, tell
him that you can not swim!” “How come
you are so far away?” Tyler says after, noticing the crowd is kept back by
barriers. Legendary rock promoter Bill Graham produced the show and was known
for top security. But Tyler continues:
“I'd knock that down if I were you. Anyway, we 're gonna do a lot of
songs we haven't does in six, seven, eight years.” Tyler calls Crespo over for
the background vocals during “Three Mile Smile,” “Come here, Jimmy!” The warm
summer night seems to draw people from all over California's sprawling Central
Valley. “How many people we got out here tonight?” Tyler says as he looks out
of over the ocean of fans. “Thirty thousand? Forty?” “No More No More” ends
into a Kramer shuffle that ends up being the start to “Lick And A Promise.”
“Kicking Some ass tonight!” Tyler says as the band launches into “Sick As A
Dog,” which comes to an end with Tyler saying, “The only acapella band in rock
and roll history!” Before “Sweet Emotion” Tyler addresses the crowd: “There
ain't nothing like the real thing, is it? And I don't mean us, I mean you! I
see faces I ain't seen in years. You fuckers, you come back. Ok, what do you
want to hear?” Someone in the crowds asks for “Nobody's Fault” another “Come Together” and yet another
“Seasons of Wither.” “Joe Perry: fuck
him!” yells another. “We'll show you how we write a song, OK? ..Some person
comes up with a lick at rehearsal, right? Just this one particular time this
white-haired motherfucker over here started playing this little thing. And this
big-lipped motherfucker grabbed one of these things and went like this,” as
Tyler shakes a maraca. “And all of a sudden it started to work. And I went,
shit, that is sweet emotion,” with Tyler then jumping into the “Oh Well” lyric.
“California motherfuckers used to throw joints up, what going on? Do I have to
be straight for the whole set C'mon, throw me up a joint will you. Something. A
vial or something?” Someone in the crowd
observes, “he's snorting something.” Crespo then launches “Dream On.” During “Same Old Song And Dance” Tyler gets
the crowd clapping and says “Let's write a song, all right?” He then improves some lyrics and Crespo joins
in, but he quickly realizes it's not going anywhere. “Oh, fuck that,” he says
to laughs. “We used to have someone who
used to play piano, his name was Bobby Mayo. He's still here with us in spirit,
but his name Tyler Brit,” Tyler says as he jams out on keyboards, playing some
smooth, jazzy chords. Before the “Train
Kept A Rollin;” finale, Tyler humors the crowd: “I just heard some horrible
news. They couldn't hear us back there and so we are going to have to turn up, and we are going to
have to start the show from the beginning. Anyway, I just got busted for
smoking a joint, so are you going to chip in a buck so I can get out of jail
tonight?
