“We still laugh about it now,” says The Black Crowes frontman Chris Robinson,. “We were one of those local bands that really wasn’t very popular. But for some reason we always had people flying in from LA or New York to see what we were doing. We’d order eight pitchers of margaritas and by the time the gig started we were pissed out of our heads and barely able to finish the show. “It’s a George record,” Chris says, but not unkindly.