I think it was my second show around 1988 they were at Carter Finley stadium. Everyone in my croud was tripping on shrooms. Anyway, right before they came on stage, I just walked down front. Nobody stopped me so I said "fuck it, I'm going as far as they let me". I ended up hanging onto the railing at Gilmour's FEET. Not one person between me and him. I could see the spit flying out of his mouth.