A friend of mine used to road crew for SRV and a few other folks of that era. He was in Ballmer at a gig trying to get some sleep in the cab of the band's truck when a crackhead jumped up on the hood and kicked out the windshield to get at a carton of cigarettes on the dash. The thief got apprehended by one of the bouncers and while Rabbit was duct taping the windshield back together, SRV came walking up the street, drink in one hand, woman in the other. Helped Rabbit with the repair job, left him his drink and departed with the aforementioned female.
That's Rabbit in the middle between Tom Principato and SRV.
A golden era of music; those guys sure knew hats...