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Wow, the only Gumby that I remember seeing at many shows was a huge blow up Gumby that used to be tossed high into the air up in front of the stage. As far as remembering names I don't think I was born with that part of my brain. Funny how we remember Gumby's name but not peoples names. You know what Gumby says............Ya just gotta poke-y around!
Eric, the poster guy is named Phil. He lives on the coat in NOrthern Cali
Anyone remember the Gumby man? He was at just about every Shoreline show I ever went to. Dressed in a green, fuzzy Gumby suit.
One show - can't remember which year - I was really young. My plan was to go to the first show myself and then I was supposed to meet my dad for the second show. So, I hitch hiked to Shoreline, had a fantastic show, had a little too much fun if you know what I mean, then found myself out in the lot with things winding down and nowhere to go. I hadn't really filled in the part of the plan that included sleeping somewhere between shows. I sure was a dumb kid.
I found Gumby out in the lot. He had taken off the head part of the suit. I musta looked a little lost and homeless, or maybe I asked him if he had a place for me to stay.....can't remember. He just took one look at me and told me to climb in the back of his truck.
He took me back to his place, led me to a bedroom and gently tucked me in. Said goodnight, turned off the light and went off to bed. For all I know, he might have given me his own bed to sleep in.
It was a long time ago, but I think that I remember staying at his house and hanging with him all the next day. Then he drove me back to the next show. I tried to thank him - I was so grateful - but I probably didn't thank him enough. Couldn't really find the words.
So Gumby, if you're reading this or if someone who knows Gumby is reading this, THANK YOU for taking in a young, naive girl that night, no questions asked. Thank you for taking care of me. You really embody everything good that Deadheads have to offer. For me, even if I never see you again, you're family. I've never forgotten that small gift of random kindness.
Someday, I hope I can do the same for some dopey kid that still thinks that everyone in the world is trustworthy.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
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I think your story is something alot of us can relate to, some probably a little too close to home!
ok let me write about the show in washington in the early 90s, first i flew from Amsterdam all the way to Tampa then with a car to D.C we done our things to get ready for the show but we were stuck on the high way and by the time we arrived the band just came on stage with row jimmy row and that was the trip I kept rowing through the Dead Heads till I found my self in the first row(wanna make it short) so after the show as we all do went hanging out with all the good heads and as time passed by I forgot where the car is and i almost got lost but never felt stanger, almost ended in a van with some dead heads were on tour following the deads and i was invited to join them but i had to go and find my car and company so I had to get my head together and find my way back. Some how some where i saw a heavy duty van with the sign..............DEAD1.............So I knew its the deads mobile leaving the stadium; finaly found my parking place and my friends almost leaving, if that happend and they left ,that would turn me in to a bad trip cause I didn´t have any adress or any ID nothing my 100$ almost spent buying tshirts and all that stuff ,it was my own experience in the states to get lost and having not a single idea where the house where we were staying no cash only a bunch of dead heads all around the place and that was the only thing made me get lost and in the same time made me not to feel like a stranger in fact I felt between them safe BIG PEACE UP
PS:HOPE MY STORY WAS N´T SO BORING
....You are a tall guy with long wavy black hair,skiny...I saw you at every CalExpo and Shoreline show in 89 and 90. You let me have one of your drawings for allowing me to let you sell behind my car. I was selling stickers and had my stereo speakers set up outside my car etc... The picture you gave me is called "primortal soup" and has a picture of a hand and a frog and other things meshed into it. I cant remember your name, but I have the memory of your kind soul and a picture of yours hung up.
names i either forgot, never knew, or fried away-faces i'm good w/tho-wish i could finally meet my twin folks been tellin' me about for years
well, this is the beauty of the Grateful experience. there were never any strangers at any shows, and never any strangers among deadheads no matter where we might meet.
no strangers here, just friends you haven't met.
hey there are people that i "know" from shows that i wouldn't know there name, but they were always in the same part of the venue doing the same shit i was doing over and over and over again.....