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                Bands: Johnny Winter; Gamma; Roy 
                Buchanon 
             
            
                Venue: Capitol Theatre, Passaic NJ 
             
            
                Date: February 27, 1981 
             
            
                Quality: Uncirculated program; Cover 
                art. 
             
            
                Comments: I see Johnny with a cane, but 
                what’s going on here escapes my memory. 
             
            
                “The unfortunate result of a chance 
                meeting between 
             
            
                an albino with a guitar and an idiot with 
                an Instamatic 
            
                “My seats were left orchestra, 
                row A, right in front of the speakers! At one point during the 
                show, Johnny came to the front of the stage, stepped over the 
                monitors, and played a solo right in front of me. So, like any 
                other 18-year-old fan would do, I went up with my little Kodak 
                camera and took this picture. Then another. And another. With 
                flash.  
             
            
                “As I sat down in my seat, I 
                looked up to see Johnny tripping over the monitor (which he now 
                couldn't see since I had blinded him), and falling face first, 
                right on top of the guitar, with loud resonant thud. Two big 
                roadies rushed out, picked him up by the armpits and he 
                continued to play. Everyone cheered, especially me, even though 
                I figured these two guys would be coming after me next. 
             
            
                “I was mortified and I was 
                certain I was going to be thrown out. I wasn't, but I made damn 
                sure I didn't move again, since I figured if security didn't 
                get me, someone in the crowd just might. The security guard 
                later told me that was not an uncommon occurrence for Johnny, 
                but it didn't make me feel much better.  
             
            
                “Johnny, if you read this, I 
                apologize... you never missed a beat, and I hope you weren't 
                bruised too badly that night!”  —Tom Kaminski 
             
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