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His head was shaved, leaving astrological signs of hair scattered about his scalp.
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The band set up and, as was often the case, George and the other vocalists were AWOL.
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The band (I can never remember which one is P and which one is F) played as SMOKIN'
20-min instrumental funk set and all of a sudden, this white limo comes screaming across
the grass of the park. Skids to a stop stage-side and the 4(?) or 5(?) singers LITERALLY
tumble out one of the back doors like clowns, though dressed in heavy brown monks' robes.
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They stumble up to and onto the stage and the moment they get onstage, the stumbling
stops. An incredible and FUN show. Second-to-last song, George throws back his monk's
hood to reveal his shaven head. Last song, he throws off the robe and is clad in NOTHING
but a black Speedo (he was really in shape).
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The 400+ lb woman behind me grabs ME (li'l ol' 140 lb underweight me) in a death-bearhug
from behind while SCREAMING his name at the top of her lungs. I felt like Rog from "What's
Happenin'" -- "you're killin' me, Mama!!!"
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