What makes a hero? Bravery? Courage? A good assistant, a Roladex and a fax machine? I can still remember the head promoter as he stood beside his chopper shortly after sunrise, surveying the routings for King Crimson and Moby. Even today, I can close my eyes and see him ordering the on-sales for Phish and Dave Matthews Band. But what I remember most were his last words before he climbed into his aircraft and took off for distant skies. He looked out over the smoldering amphitheatres and crushed machine gun bunkers from the night before and said…

“I love the smell of artist contracts in the morning. It smells like… showtime!”