I saw Frank Zappa in concert in Sydney in 1971. It was very strange. A good friend of mine, Norman, bought up a whole row of tickets about six rows back from the stage and gave them out to all his friends. I was given two.
The night of the concert, I stopped at Tummie's, my favorite bar and restaurant, for a drink or two before going. I was hoping to see a chick I knew to invite her to the concert. No luck, but a waitress in the bar introduced me to a pregnant girl, saying that she had been recently dumped by her boyfriend and might appreciate the attention and the diversion to break her out of her depression. What the heck! So I agreed, asked her and she accepted.
I got to know her a little during the drive to the concert and decided I quite liked her even to the point of asking her out for a later date. We arrived at the concert a little late. The only remaining seats in our row were between Norman and his sister, Diane. I sat next to Norman, my date sat next to Diane. I was really enjoying the show but every time I checked on her, she seemed tense. When intermission came, she asked me to take her home. I was seriously disappointed but did as she requested.
After a long silence, she finally told me why she wanted to leave. It turned out that Norman's sister, Diane, was the girl her ex had left her for and her ex was sitting on the other side of her.
Way to go, Daniels! Lets just divert this damsel in distress from her depression and make a good impression in the process!
Need I say I never saw her again? I never got to see Zapp again either.
