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I saw him during the same tour. Fripp was a gentleman. He invited us for tea during the intermission and we had a brief chat. The audience was maybe around 100 people. What a show it was! Fantastic.

@@blueabattoir Tell us how you managed to get invited to tea! I have a pleasant story about meeting Fripp that very concert. Grab a beer and sit down: I was in college at the time, and being only 17 I was underage for the club (The Paradise, Boston) that Fripp was playing at. I was staying the weekend at a friend's frat house at MIT, and the guys there told me I could borrow the id of one guy who looked a lot like me and I'd be fine ("we do it all the time for little brothers & shit""). But when I went to pick up my (already paid for) ticket, I was told to present my ID _then and there,_ and I couldn't even remember the name of the guy whose ID I was supposed to borrow! When I got back to the frat house, the gang told me I was truly screwed now: the clubs were cracking down on IDs. So I thought I'd go right to the source: find Fripp himself. I kept calling the club, but he was never around. I started calling hotels to ask if he was staying there. (One receptionist: "You're looking for Robert Fripp? As in _the Robert Fripp of Fame?!?!"_ "Yes, that's who I'm looking for." "No, he's not staying here.") Believe it or not, I did find the hotel he'd been staying at, but they told me he'd just checked out. So I called the club one more time. No Fripp. The receptionist said, "Hey, you've called a number of times; can I help you pass on a message or anything?" So I adorned my story a bit, and told her, "I was assigned by my college newspaper to write a review of this concert [untrue], but I'm too young to get into the club [true], so I thought maybe Mr. Fripp himself could help me." "Let me put you on with the manager," she said. She did. I told him the same story, and he said, "Oh, okay... Give me your name, and come on down. We'll let you in. But no drinking, all right?" Delighted and excited, I went to the club, and told them who I was at the box office, and was oddly given a new ticket. I then went to the doorman, showed it to him, and he said "Put it on." "What?" "Stick it on your shirt. It's your back stage pass." Holy Toledo! So the concert was stupendous, of course, and afterwards I gathered the gumption actually to go back stage. I ended up following Fripp to his dressing room, chatting amiably about the concert and some Vaughn Williams we had coincidentally both heard on the radio and admired that morning. He offered me a chair and some M&M's (!), disappeared a moment, then returned with several beers (Budweiser, I well recall). There were four of us visitors total in the room. "So what brings you here, young lady?" he asked the young lady sitting beside me. Turns out she was doing a PhD (Yale, I think) on minimalism in music, and was interviewing everyone involved in that scene (she had just interviewed Steve Reich, also already a hero of mine). "And what brings _you_ here, young man?" he asked, turning to me. "Oh, uh, well, .. " I told my story. He looked at me a bit severely and said, "If I'd known you were from the press, I wouldn't have allowed you in here." "But... but I'm _not_ from the press... I just made that part up in desperation!" He immediately lit up and laughed, "Well, I admire your honesty!" which was the perfect reply. He then offered me a beer. "I won't tell anyone!" All tension vanished. I didn't like beer (at the time) but I couldn't say no and had a few sips. The fourth person there turned out to be none other than Chris Stein (whose name was not then familiar to me as I didn't know about the Fripp-Blondie connection and didn't much like Blondie, but I remembered it and found out later from a Blondie fan at the frat house). They all got to talking "shop," so I took my leave shortly, and not really having any business there. To this day I think about that story every time I think about telling a little white lie!

Forgive me if you knew this already but there’s quite a few downloadable tour bundles on the dgmlive website, as well as on the ‘exposures’ box set. 😊

Dear @worldnotworld, Although they are bootlegs, DGMLive do have some of them on our site with the solos, we have underpinned them with the 1/4' tape loops, www.dgmlive.com/tour-dates/1409?year=1979&liveshow=on. this one was a radio broadcast that we had in our archives and is of a better sounding recording www.dgmlive.com/tour-dates/1414?year=1979&liveshow=on Best Stormy

😊Fortunate

This was from 1981. That makes it pre Apple. Steve Jobs was just getting out of his garage. Intelligence wasn’t artificial yet. His music/sound (and that many others of the time) were reflecting an anticipated future. 😊

There is one. Washington Square Church 1981

@@cfibanez There's _Let The Power Fall:_ pure tape loops, no overdubs.

You might also try Fripp and Eno "No Pussyfooting"

Dear @FrenchToasted1995, The shows from WashingtonSquare Church are available on our site, starting here www.dgmlive.com/tour-dates/1647?year=1981&liveshow=on&page=4, some with solos. Also we have now released the best of them on CD and vinyl burningshed.com/store/panegyric/fripp-panegyric/robert-fripp_washington-square_cd-dvd Best Stormy

Yes. It is an excerpt. But, I agree.