I caught Chick Corea's Elektric Band with the Gambale/Weckl/Patitucci/Marienthal lineup at a club in Las Vegas in 1989? 1990? and somehow wangled a table at the edge of the stage, right in front of Gambale. Criminy, what a talent. And a firm, friendly handshake after the encore as he left the stage. The sound engineer for that gig earned his shekels, because I'll tell you what, my head was six feet from Gambale's cabinet, but I could hear the entire band perfectly. I have since seen him a couple times with Steve Smith's Vital Information, and he was equally fiery and mindblowing, but I was otherwise never in such intimate proximity.