For me, it was the Fragile Tour, and it took half the night to get across the whole floor to near the stage, ducking under arms passing around lit you-know-whats and crawling between legs of folks at times just to get all the way down front so we could see anything. Couldn't take my eyes off Chris's fingers on that Rick the rest of the night, trying to memorize all his fingerings and riffs.
But my first time to meet Chris personally was when he was in Jackson MS in Fall 1977, on the Going For The One tour. I was a studio session musician at the time for a studio in Bogalusa LA, and wangled a backstage pass through the studio. Chris was so incredibly "approachable", down-to-earth and friendly, and invited everyone to go along for a bite to eat. What an amazing time, keeping my jaw off the floor and trying to remember every word they spoke, every sight and sound. Six years of hard six-set per night 45-on and 15-off in New Orleans, both in Bourbon Street jazz and blues dives and over on the West Bank in rough Metairie rock clubs, had never prepared me to see what to me was the most talented and amazing band I had ever seen, much less meet them up close and personal like that. Chris was so tall, skinny, and had these huge hands that were all over that Rickenbacker. I had never seen anything like that in my life, and never have since. Not even Stanley Clarke impressed me as much as Chris.
Here is how I remember Chris the first time we met in 1977:



