1970. Pete Sears at the “Fillmore West”. Silver Metre.

1970. Me play­ing a Gib­son EBO bass at Fill­more West, San Fran­cis­co, with Sil­ver Metre. I was intro­duced to Jan­ice Joplin by a mutu­al friend “Super Groupie” Zany Dani while Sil­ver Metre and Jan­ice’s band were sit­ting in adja­cent booths at the famous “Tri­dent” restau­rant in Sausal­i­to, Cal­i­for­nia. We hit it off and end­ed up spend­ing the night togeth­er at her house in Lark­spur after con­sum­ing a bot­tle of Math­ews South­ern Com­fort. Ear­li­er in the evening we jammed togeth­er in her studio…just the two of us. I was lat­er sit­ting on her sofa when she pulled up a chair and an acoustic gui­tar and sang me a soul­ful blues song…I don’t remem­ber the song (might have been Bob­by McGhee), but it was def­i­nite­ly a bal­lad. I sensed a vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty in her I had­n’t expect­ed. We had a great time that night. Poor Charlie…Silver Metre’s man­ag­er at the time, was the only oth­er per­son in the house and had to crash some­where and make him­self invis­i­ble till morn­ing lis­ten­ing to us going on.
I left for the road the next day…it was rock n roll.