When Big Brother moved
to NY, David Getz, who was their drummer, gave me the keys to
a warehouse space where they practiced and rehearsed. It still
had 6 months rent paid up in front, remaining.
Had I the slightest inkling of the future value of a dozen or so broken sticks,
old drum heads and assorted miscellany, I'd have "preserved"
all that crap they left behind.
There was an itinerary for their travel to NYC, and then up to Bearsville (Woodstock)
where their new manager, Albert Grossman, had his fiefdom. I kept that for a
couple of years in my cymbal case until someone felt they "needed" it, and
I gave it away.
