On the night of August 23, 2003 Bob and I got together at Estes Park, CO to check out a Three Dog Night concert where they headlined at a festival that day that also featured Eric Burdon and the New Animals, John Kay and Steppenwolf, and B.T.O.  Three Dog Night gave us an excellent performance as has always been the case when I've seen them.  After the show, we got together with keyboardist extraordinaire, Jimmy Greenspoon.  Before Three Dog Night, Bob and Jimmy had played together in Superband and the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.  It was a lot of fun listening to them reminisce about some of the wild times they had in those bands. 

Unfortunately, I didn't have my recorder for the first part of the conversation that involved stories of the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band and Superband while on our way to the motel.  Below are three humorous stories that I did catch afterwards.  The first starts up in mid story:

Jimmy:  So when we left the Exodus and I was driving down--was it, either Broadway or Colfax.  It was two in the morning (or) whenever we got off you know and got packed up in the group van, the Superband van, and I was driving.  I don’t know why I was going that way because we were going back up to the house in Deer Creek, but I was going downtown to do something and there was like, that’s when they had the lights staggered like every other light and they were blinking like at 2 in the morning.  Wasted!  And the light, I see the light probably about 2 miles that way blinking red and I slam on the brakes. Of course it's icy road, I went zoom sideways going down Colfax.  Wow isn’t this cool? And this is great!  And I don’t know what to do! I’ll just keep spinning the wheel and this is wonderful, and there’s nobody here except for that cab that’s coming up awfully close!  BAMM!  OK.  OK.  Beverly Hills kid cannot drive on the ice in an English sportscar on acid. 

Bob:  Yeah, that MG man. 

Jimmy:  Those were great. 

Jimmy:  Remember when that--we thought we were being busted?  There was a guy coming in from the fire department or something in the club where we were rehearsing.  Oh, eat the hash quick!! 

Bob:  Yeah that was Ron Morgan.  Ron had just bought a nickel matchbox of pot.  They sold it in nickel matchbox containers.  In came the fire marshall. 

Jimmy:  (He) Ate the whole thing!    The fire marshall!  All he was doing was asking if Denny was around or something.  But it’s like right away, “Oh, shit, busted!” 

Bob:  As soon as his silhouette hit the door.  We were practicing I think.  Denny gave us the key to the beer lockers and stuff so we’re up there relaxing having a beer at the bar and he’s showing us this pot that he just bought.  He hadn’t smoked any of it or anything.  He just got it.  And when the silhouette hit the door he gets it and he’s eating it and he doesn’t have nothing in front of him to drink and his mouth’s all dry and he’s trying to...he’s got seeds stuck in his teeth. 

Jimmy:  And a stem hanging out of his mouth. 

Bob:  The fire guy goes, "Is Denny around?" (and we say,) “No” and he turns around and walks out. 

Jimmy:  So well, let’s go back and rehearse.  (Ron goes) “Uhh.” 

Bob:  That was funny man.

Bob:  Remember when we (Sugarloaf) played (with Three Dog Night)?  “Green-Eyed Lady” started making some noise and they flew us back to Boston and we opened up for you guys.

Jimmy:  At the Gardens, yeah.

Bob:  Yeah the old Boston Gardens before they tore it down.  We opened up for Three Dog so there’s Jimmy.  It’s like wow I can see my friend--and play!  It was the first time we had done a big show.  We had done smaller--a couple thousand people, but nothing like the auditorium where it’s like 20,000 people.

Jimmy:  Echoes for days.

Bob:  It was intimidating.  It was for me.  I swear to God I was so worried about fucking up you know, making a mistake.  I just stood up there and I looked at my shoes and looked at the stage the whole show.  I didn’t move. I was like a tin man up there man.  I didn’t do nothin’.  I was just trying to focus on my parts.  And Jimmy said he was over on the side you know and he was throwing bottles from the side of the stage and screaming and yelling at me, “Lighten up, come on man.”

Jimmy: Lets go!  Come on wimp face! Come on!  Wrong note!  Wrong note!

For many more great stories of Jimmy and Bob's days in the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band and Superband, along with the story of Three Dog Night, track down a copy of Jimmy's autobiography; "One is the Loneliest Number".  They are hard to find, but it is worth it. 

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