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Michael Santopadre, who was doing the reggae show at the time, called me up and said Peter Tosh had just died. He was just walking in and told me he was going to do a tribute. Far out. So I strolled over to the stadium and walked in on 5 folks all smokin' out hard and crying and singing. I turned around and walked out to the door and locked it with a note to call if you needed to get in. Turned around, walked back in and joined in the wake. There was so much emotion and listening to Tosh that night with a bunch of like-minded souls healed some wounds I was carrying and cemented the friendship with Michael that I have to this day. He lives in New Hampshire, owns a bakery and has a wife and three kids. He stills listens to Reggae everyday in the bakery and when I was there visiting last year we talked about KLSU and remembered this night. Memorable to say the least.

I'm surprised at how few responses there are in this category, man, the things I was called up to come in to deal with makes all these stories tepid! Come on folks, spill on the the good stuff it's been 30 years!