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moved in front of and behind the actual tour. For that concert,
our kitchen and dining rooms were black pipe and drape walls
downstairs in the Wamu Theatre parking garage.
Back to the Gorge. This particular Saturday morning while
we’d waited for the truck with the equipment and the rest of
the crew, Zach, Elijah, and I had unloaded our truck full of
groceries into the walk-in fridge provided. Now, Roadies pulled
rolling wardrobes, drum kits, cases of guitars, lighting and
sound equipment down the truck ramps. Somewhere in all
that commotion, our kitchen came rolling off a truck. Flight
cases with things like table clothes, chaffing dishes, plates,
bowls, coffee makers, assorted tableware, and condiments
made their way down the ramp and into the area designated
as ’dining room’ for the day. Cases with commercial mixers,
pots, cutting boards baking sheets and pans, stainless mixing
bowls, and serving dishes of every sort headed to the kitchen
area. With chaotic precision, the catering crew and roadies
pushed ovens, stoves, a refrigerator, a sink, rolling metal racks,
push carts, and flight cases to the designated area. As fast as
flight cases came to the kitchen door, local help unloaded them
onto long tables stacked two hi gh along the walls. Everything
was organized into “worlds”; can world, produce world, box and