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Everybody meets stranger on the net now?

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First and Last

1974, I hitchike to go out of Québec city. I wear my only GD tee-shirt (Foot under rainbow). I am on the main street to go to the bridge I have to pass to return in Montréal. Suddenly, a Winnabago stop and the door open. A young guy (16?) wave me to come in. My english speaking was very bad at that time, so he makes me understand why they stop showing me HIS GD shirt ! Chat as we can over the language, they bring me over the bridge. MAGIC.

Iam woking as second-Head electrician for the Opéra de Montréal. One of my duties is to take care of the Maestro in the orchestra pit. Ten days ago, minutes before the Premiere, he tell me he is from Mass, and ask if I did pass by. I tell him that the last time it was to go to Portland, Maine to buy new GD shirts. ``Àre you a Deadhead`? he ask me and tell me that a lot of his friends are too. In the orchestra pit, seconds before the opening of MACBETH, we share a big smile!

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NYE 2008-'09

My hub and I came down to SF from Seattle for the Phil and Bobby show on NYE. The day of the show, we stopped in our hotel's Starbucks for a warm beverage before heading out to play tourist. While we're waiting, I decide to make conversation with a guy sitting nearby, who's wearing a Dead shirt, naturally. I ask him where he's from and he tells me Chicago. "What part?", says I, as I grew up in southern WI and know the area . He tells me and I tell him that I'm originally from Kenosha. He replies that he grew up in Keno, too. "Hmm...where'd you go to high school?", I ask, and he tells me Tremper, which is where I went, as well. "Okay, what year did you graduate?" " '81", he says, and by now I'm not effing believing this. "Dude (I'm not actually certain I said "Dude", but it sounds good)", I blurt out, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

He probably thinks I'm totally mad, this redhead in a purple cape and ginormous fur cap. But he says, "Bosko", and I almost freak out. I graduated from high school with this guy! We haven't seen, heard from or thought about each other in nearly 30 years! Well, not entirely true...I heard him give his name to the barista for his coffee order and fleetingly recalled that I knew someone by that name in high school. In and out of my head, just like that.

It's nice to know that someone I went to school with became a Deadhead! Maybe I'll even go to the reunion next time around!

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spindancer

great story. And fitting song to be playing at the time; "we never did too much talkin' anyway, don't think twice...."

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spindancer

that is an awesome story. Thanks for telling it.

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THE KINDNESSSSS!!!

Thats a great story spindancer,
It just goes to show the kindnes and love that gets passed around at the shows.At the PENN. show in P.A. in the lot I was dying of thirst and couldnt find anything but booze, I didnt want to drive drunk home to Ohio,so I searched the lot for water or something. Turns out I ran into a head named Shane who I had not seen since the Grateful Fest in 06. He gave me his full gatorade and I gave him a huge hug.I hope to see him at the Philly shows.
The good vibes will never die!
Phatmoye
P.S.-If anyones going to the shows, make sure you bring plenty of water!!

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psychic connection

One summer in the 80's I had jumped on tour on the east coast and after 20-odd shows found myself in Ventura. The last night of Ventura was the end of the line, and I would be heading home.

A friend's vehicle and my pack were back among the horse stalls, and I was wandering around, kind of half looking for the car and half not wanting to find it, not ready to say goodbye to the summer. An early 60's Olds with doors open and nobody around rang with the sounds of Dylan playing "Don't Think Twice It's Alright." I started dancing a little bit, drawn to the tune, when I turned to see a woman standing and staring at me, a large slice of watermelon at her lips.

Dancers out there remember how in the search for good space it was not uncommon to connect with the same group of people show after show, venue after venue. The gal with the watermelon and I had danced near each other and together at maybe every show that summer. We always smiled at each other and I thought that she seemed someone I should know. We even played with a little country swing and space contact improv mirror dancing, etc... like we were old friends or even lovers. We never exchanged a word, though, as we never crossed paths except when the music played.

So there she was, eating watermelon. I walked up thinking I should say something - maybe thank her for the good vibes. As I approached I noticed tears streaming down her face. We looked into each others eyes, and she held out the watermelon for me to bite. We stood, face to face, speechless, taking turns eating from the watermelon, now both with tears glistening off our cheeks.

When there was nothing left but the rind, we hugged long and hard. Then she pranced away and I never saw her again. No words spoken, but much communicated.

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In the strangest of places...

I had driven down to Mount Gambier, South Australia from my home in Adelaide to install some equipment in the hospital there. Its a 5 hour drive (always good to put on the cruise control and listen to a couple of full shows at volume, and just flow), half-way to Melbourne, and in the middle of bloody nowhere. Anyway, as I'm checking into the motel, I notice the guy in front of me in the queue has an American accent. This is novel enough in SA to strike up a conversation; where you from, what brings you here,etc. Tuns out he had come from the Bay Area to perform some kind of environment audit for the local forestry groups. Of course I asked the question :What kind of music do you listen to? Turns out he's a deadhead too. BLEW ME AWAY! You don't find alot of us here. To cut to the chase, we went out to my car, shared a bowl, and listened to a couple of the opening tracks from the Halloween '83 show at Marin County Civic Center (a gret "Drumz", by the way; 17 minutes with Airto sittin' in), and a smokin' Dear Mister Fantasy from Phil and Friends at Red Rocks in 2001. A great end to what had started out as a pretty average day. Just goes to show you...

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Hey old friend

Today as I was starting a new job, I was having lunch in the employee cafeteria and everyone one at athe table had left except 1 guy. After a while I went up and said are you Thom? Yes. Thom _____, Yes. I introduced myself and he seemed to be in shock. He is my old friends brother in law, a little older than us, and he had seen Zappa, Jimi, Clapton etc. all back in the day.In 1977 we all lived together (with others too ) in a house in WPB Fl. I had sold enough lp's at the beach (at night) to buy tickets to 2 Dead shows, Lakeland and Pembroke pines.To the point, it was both my friends and Thoms first dead show 5/22/77 which later became a Dicks picks (wharf rat>terrapin>morning dew ending).We had 4th row center seats and I remember at one point they both had tears in their eyes.After the show we hung out behind the venue and Phil was playin with the barbeque jokin about a fire.It was probably Thoms only Dead show ever and he said something about them being genius. I was just thinking thanks guys for layin it on my friends.Time flies- 31 years later, what a small world!

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cool story Keith

It just goes to show you

Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
William Blake

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