No
PJ action virtually all year long. My lust for live music did not
wait, of course, as I made numerous car trips to the greater SF bay area
for shows...so when it was announced that PJ would open a four night Rolling
Stones gig in Oakland...despite the *hefty* $80.00 per ticket, I decided
I had to go...just HAD to...the fact that I had never seen the Stones made
it an easier pill to swallow (how can you NOT see the stones, at least
Once? right?)
In the midst of these plans I get an email from Barb Hardaway...secret warm up show at the Catalyst, 12 Nov. No-one is positive it's PJ, but rumors speculate it's them or Neil...
My guess/hope/wet dream is that it WILL be PJ. I
toss all obligations aside. To hell with class. I was already
of thinking of coming down early for a rumored secret Stone's gig at the
Warfield...So I plan my departure, load up the car, and turn the key...nothing.
Try again...nothing. After scrubbing the HELL out of the battery terminals
(a common symptom with my old 1984 pontiac fiero was corroded terminals)...nothing.
I try push starting for like half an hour...nothing. Finally I realize
I shot myself in the foot. Earlier that week I'd changed the oil
and filters in my car for the trip...I FORGOT TO PUT AN AIR FILTER BACK
IN!!!!! It's about 8PM in a small college town. 
There
is NOWHERE to get an air filter.
I'm batty. I'm like...there is NO way I am gonna miss this concert. it can't happen. I walk down to the auto parts store praying....nothing. I go to a gas station that is luckily enough still open...nothing.
It's 9:30 PM...an hour/ hour and a half after i first planned to leave, and a though strikes me...I threw the old filter in the apartment complex dumpster. It might still be there!
Yup...in the name of love and Pearl Jam I went dumpster diving for my air filter. I FOUND it! (Score!), put it in the car...and walaa!!!! Away I went!!! (perhaps a little smelly but I cared not!) After about eight hours of driving down Highway 101 through the dead of night (something I was accustomed to then) I arrived in Santa Cruz, found the venue, and SCORE SCORE SCORE there's only like 100 people in line tops. I park, wait some two three hours for my two tix, call Barb in a frantic frenzied glee, and go for a LONG walk to steady my excitement.
Everything
was soooooo worth the show. I had waited for years to see them in
a small, intimate club setting and all my hopes on what it would be like
were not in vain. Seeing them at Oakland Coliseum two nights later
was such an anticlimax...it was light years apart.