If the people I know are an accurate sample, it's a pretty common story, how you're at some show and somehow connect in some cosmic fashion with somebody also at the show, often a perfect stranger, and how you've been friends ever since. (Or not, as the case may be.) It's only when you talk to non-Heads that all this doesn't seem perfectly normal.
So I figured folks might have some stories.
I can't remember ever being unable to find my peeps at a show, even a thousand miles from home. And you'd always run into someone you knew, however far from home.
It happened so much to me that I came up with a name for it , 'Clearinghouse of Coincidences'. It is ongoin and continuous in nature. If people and things do not fit the GD coincidental non-verbal communication mode, I just don't even bother with it.
One short example that inspired my name for it. Was sitting in the Cap Centre - the people behind us were talking and were obviously from the same town we were. I asked if they were from there. Yes. Well, it turned out that they had a connection to nearly every single person we went to shows with over the years from all over. I figured that another function of the GD was a place where all of the leftover coincidences in the Universe went.
Though I don't think this is as coincidental - at the Nassau Branford show I started talking to a girl in the seat behind me. I asked where she was from and told her I was from DC. She said, "I know I ride the train with you every day."
None of this eve address how you could go to a show with however many thousands of people and ALWAYS meet up with whoever you were meeting before the show. No pre-arranged location required.
but, what with NYE coming up and all, maybe somebody's got a new story along these lines?
I met my solemate and wife...albeit cosmically and unknown to us at the time...at Cornell on 5-08-77...this was my second show (and hers) and I remember...lots of cosmic memories from that show...during They Love Each Other...a girl on someone's shoulder's infront of me...rings on her fingers (not yet!!!) and bells on her shoes...I finally connected with her 31 years later...we connected through our Deadhead roots, albeit on J-date...there were so many times in our lives when we unknowingly crossed paths...but this was the only Dead show were at "together"...I went to lot's of shows in the late70's and early 80's, then I stopped going...She went to Watkin's Glen and Cornell in the 70's then didn't start attending shows again until the late 80's...I won her over by excitedly lending her my copy of the next night 5-09-77 (Buffalo) after our second date...we were married last year...our song: They Love Each Other...I sang the first few lines on Peggy-O (I took poetic license with some words) when I proposed...we went back to Cornell on 2-14-2010...almost 33 years later...to hear Furthur perform the most unbelievable Valentine's Day show...cosmic versions of all our favorite love songs...They Love Each Other, Peggy-O and Looks Like Rain...an electrifying Sugaree...one cosmically dancing student said "I bet you've been here before", we responded yes, and he aptly named us the "Guests Of Honor"...if you haven't heard the Furthur show, you must get a copy...I crossed paths with my solemate on 5-08-77, and finally connected 31 years later...two Deadheads...we love each other!!!
in 1989, had tickets to JGB, with my roommate at the time. Was a great show, and a great night, and at one point this woman standing next to me was twirling her scarf. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but she and I ended up each holding one end of her scarf, and twirl dancing with it together. Few months later we moved in together, and were roommates until I left Chicago for Atlanta. We are still friends to this day!
I am not young enough to know everything.
Frost 87 first night was one of the strangest expeiences I ever had at a GD show. I kept having this strange out of body experince throughout the show(no I wasn't dosed). The morning dew really hit home that night. I was in the second row in front of Phil and his bass playing was outer worldly(check it out if you can). I felt like I was in contact with a higher power in the universe. The message was clear everything will be ok and you are love. When I got back home to SF after the show I found out my grandfather. the patriarch of our family, had died durring the show. I was the only one in my family not in the hometown area. I gave my tickets away for the next nights show and flew back to Montreal for the funeral. I was back the next week to go to Laguna Seca but thats another story.
15 yrs and not a day passes that I don't think of you. Only god knows why... I miss you, I have every moment since you left. Forever yours, Joe.
The joy and happiness that overwhelm the mind and body during moments at a show where Jerry is at the helm and captaining a ship through beautiful landscapes of music and song are undescribable and unforgettable to say the least.Time like that,grabbed our minds and forced thousands in search of The"magical"Grateful Dead.A time such as that occured amidst the opening days of the summer of`94 tour.I`d just gotten back from the westcoast,where I`d heard the most elegant "Peggy-O,"I`d ever witnessed in Vegas.This day was the first venue on the eastcoast that summer of`94 at Highgat,VT.The band played the 1st set and half of set 2 through without too many hicc-ups and eventually entered drums and space that led Bobby into"Miracle."Nearing the end of that song,Jerry effortlessly plucked the first few chords of the monumental ballad that filled the heart with His love while portaying the violence and destruction"we"as humans inflict on our Earth,"Standing On The Moon."He took the crowd on the tour through that beautiful landscape of a song with dipictions that matched.At one point during this performance, Jerry declares,"....a lovely view of heaven,"and at that same moment,Jerry lifted His head from the stagefloor,from where He seemed to be in a thinking man`s stance and thinking of each note as it left His guitar and graced our ears,with perfection.He then peered from above His wire-rimmed glasses out into a vast sea of huge, black dialatesd pupils of the eyes that seemmingly stared back in adornment of the masterpeice that was taking place.He grinned a grin that we all recognize as a reaction to the creciendo of sound permeating louder and louder,then with wrinkles dawning the brow of His forehead and a look that looked as if He had lost something close to His heart,He then let it be known to all,"....but I`d rather be with you!"I then noticed that His scan of the crowd had stopped and He was,without a doubt,looking directly at me as He sang those words,"me!,"I thoght.He somehow had the abilty to capture my thoughts and the flood-gates opened and tears filled my eyes.....Now,I know we all have probably experienced similar times,indeed.I encourage you ,to hold them,embrace the moments that bring Jerry into your heart and keep them from ever fading away.That night on that field in Highgate,VT,The shear moment of that one song enduced a feeling in my soul that brought tears of pure,overwhelming love to eyes that had been searching for such a moment and found it!...only in the presence of The Grateful Dead.I oh so very much miss you,Jerry,may your music fill the hearts of troubled souls and forever burn in thse already blessed with your magic!
WOW cooper that brought tears to my eyes....do you think you can get them to play weather report next time they decide to come around......I am glsd your kids got into it
sorry Cooper Head :) Peace.