"I had hair down to here," Lombardy says, pointing mid-chest. "It was just another world, another time. We were rock and rollers."
Being in Mill Valley, Lombardy lived for seeing shows as much as playing them. The nearby Sweetwater Music Hall, which he describes as not much bigger than Rick’s Café in Chagrin (so, tiny), was known for acts to do a set or two before they hit the road.
"Imagine you and I are there, having a drink one night; it’s two bucks a drink, we’re having a good time," he recounts. "Not many people. All of a sudden, roadies come in with equipment, they set up. Guess who sings for six hours and you and I are sitting there and it doesn’t cost us nothing except our beers? Van Morrison."
But he recalls one of the best concerts he’s ever seen at the Whisky a Go Go in West Hollywood. "The place is packed," he says. "Guy comes down on a pole, he’s got no shirt on. Van Halen. I’m watching Van Halen play at the Whisky, they’re not even signed. They’re a garage band. And they’re MIND-BLOWING."