The Lion's Pride vol. 1 (Fall 2013) | Page 49

46 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