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Joined: Jul 5 2007
Life-Changing!"!"! Part 1

I would have to say it was the 2/20/71 show at the Capital Theater, aka, the ESP show.

We were four guys from Nowhere, VA who decided at the last minute to drive to New York to see the Grateful Dead. Tickets?? Ha! They aren't that popular, they'll never sell out. We'll just buy tickets when we get there.


Well, from the get-go, this was a classic long strange trip, beginning with the great wallet hunt.

We went to a party the night before, and my friend Fred lost his wallet somewhere outside the building. So at 4:30 AM, pitch black, we were searching in the dark outside of an apartment building (no one called the police, surprisingly!) for the wallet. And guess what?!? We found it within five minutes! And off we went.

Three hours later. New Jersey.

At the time, the NJ turnpike was notorious for stopping cars with longhairs and performing some pretty aggressive roadside searches. I experiencedthat dubious pleasure myself, two years before.

So as we were finishing a bowl, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a cruiser just tearing up the road and getting right on my ass. Now, you have to understand that we were in a beat-up, smoke-filled VW bug with a bumper sticker that said "Don't like your police? Next time you're in trouble, call a hippie!"

So I thought, "OK, this is it! We are all going to jail!"

He pulled up to within about 3 feet of my rear end, suddenly pulls out into the other lane, and blew right by me, without a glance. Naturally, we assumed that we somehow became invisible.

After that, the rest of the drive was uneventful... other than convincing ourselves that we somehow got turned around on the NJ turnpike, and were headed in the wrong direction. Got off the turnpike and turned around, and didn't realize our mistake until we got to the "Welcome to Delaware" sign. Ooops!

Somehow we made it to Port Chester and walked up to the box office to buy our tickets. The guy behind the counter looked at us like we were insane (we were!) and told us the concert had been sold out for months.

Huh?!?!? For months?

Yeah. Sorry.

We were crushed. Time to regroup and think out this problem. Which in translation meant, time for a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Things began to look more promising at that point, especially when the two derelicts came up to us and told us they were friends of the band and for $10 each, they would get us backstage passes. We wanted to think about it (we were, maybe, naive?) and while we talked about it, passed them the bottle. Big Mistake!!

Between the two of them, they finished the bottle in two swigs.

Depsite the fact that one of the guys said "These guys seem OK. Let's do it.", we took a pass and decided to buy some more beer.

Throughout the afternoon, we kept going back to box office and talking to the guy, not really expecting anything, he just was the only person we "knew". He was actually pretty friendly and didn't have any objections to us slippling him a beer every now and then.

The evening's crowd was filtering in all afternoon, and the area around the Capital Theater was starting to look like a party. We got in the spirit, and after a while it really wasn't that important if we got in or not.

The doors finally opened, and as people were going into the Capital, the guy in the box office motioned us over. He looked around, and lowered his voice and said,

"I'll probably lose my job for this, but I like you guys. I have four tickets I was holding but it doesn't look like they're gonna show up. So you can have 'em for face value!"


We were ecstatic! It was beyond a miracle! It was waaaayyy beyond anything we were even hoping for.

We were jumping around, slugging back brews and generally raising hell! We almost got run over by a U-Haul truck that was trying to park. The driver parked the truck, opened up the back, and there musta been 25 people that jumped out.

One girl had a large plastic container that had a light-colored liquid and she came up to us with a big smile and said "Do you want some apple juice?"

After drinking beer all day>? Sure!!

We all took a big slug, and passed it on. By the time it got to my brother, he was ready and took a deep, deep drink.

"Whooaa, hold one! That's got 30 hits of acid in it!'

Uh oh.

End of Part 1

Joined: Jun 5 2007
June 17, 1991 Giants Stadium

100+ degrees, good liquid lsd from a visine bottle, Giants Stadium parking lot, good friends, and an Eyes opener and a light rain to cool us down. Felt like I was on another plane of existance. truly marvelous life changing day.

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Joined: Jul 25 2007
All of them

The first time I saw the Grateful Dead I was 8 years old about to turn 9 at a Human Be In in El Camino Park in Palo Alto. It was the beginning of the "Summer of Love". My nickname was Pig Pen as I was a messy kid and when Jerry turned around on the flat bed and called to Pig Pen, I thought he was talking to me. He wasn't, not that time. Then came Maples Pavilion at Stanford six years later. No Pig Pen lots of new material and a bouncing floor. The next biggie was the Cow Palace and the wall of sound. Seeing that mountain of speakers was awesome and they worked it that night. Memorable was the closing of Winterland watching Belushi do back flips across the stage and an end to the SF Dark Star drought. (1195 days since last SF Dark Star) I think it was a June show of '77 at Winterland where the top of the building disappeared and we all went hurtling through the cosmos that I made the decision I would ride this to the end. There was no other thing on the planet that could do this thing and I liked it a lot. It made having a day job a pain in the ass so by the early 80's I figured out many ways to make it work. It was the field trip in '82 where I made the leap. I was now deep in the pudding and surrounded by Grateful Dead family and friends. It became a Grateful Dead world where I would spend years taking care of my fellow Deadheads. Then came the "In The Dark" explosion of '87. Who are all these people?
Spinners and twirlers and dirt surfers, gate crashers tweakers, freakers and DEA. Our little villages of happy campers became cities overnight. There were lots of tears and joy over the years as the dark background grew darker to make the stars shine brighter. Death, birth and more death punctuated this journey and cemented us together. At Foxborogh in '89 I met my wife and we have two kids now. Several dozen shows later I would find myself backstage with a hand full of friends who shared the same birthdays and the assembled crowd sang us happy birthday; among the singers was Jerry Garcia. That was the last time I would ever see the Grateful Dead. Those friends who shared this journey are still my best friends in the world. Today our numbers are shrinking. Someday the last Deadhead to ever see a show will perish from this earth. Summer flies and August dies and the world grows dark and mean...

Joined: Jun 22 2007
Phil's Birthday

My second show, 3/15/90 in Landover, MD, was where I got on the bus and had my life irrevocably changed. The whole show had a polish and sheen to it that seemed so "just exactly perfect" that I felt more in the moment than I ever had before. When Jerry sang "I wish I was a headlight," I could SEE that northbound train shining its light through the rain, whistle screamin' as it passed Terrapin Station and roared through a fantastic jam before drums...and I was completely sober the whole night, which was maybe unusual for me (but maybe not, Mr./Ms. Attorney General).
By the time Not Fade Away rolled around, I was already completely hooked, but as the boys absolutely cooked through Buddy Holly's time-honored tribute to love, I turned around to view the joyous throngs surrounding me and saw a couple of beautiful blonde girls dancing topless a few rows up. I turned back around nonchalantly and thought "Yep, this is for me." Not that, *ahem*, that really had anything to do with it, because I'm much too cultured and refined to be affected by something like simple nudity, but, hey, I was a 19-year old, red-blooded American boy, you know?
After "Revolution" ended and it was time to go, I knew that I was going to go to as many more Grateful Dead concerts as I possibly could, and I'm really glad I did.

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Joined: Jul 24 2007
Fall 89, Brendan Byrne

After these shows I was never the same. Looking back, I'm glad it all happened.

I proposed to my wife of 17 years ( so far ) at these shows.
Shortly after we decided to get married, we decided we would move from Illinois to Oregon.

Since then, we've had 3 incredible kids and more laughs than I can remember.

Joined: Jul 21 2007
Best show

Has to be Wembley Arena 1972. You see, we unfortunate Europeans only got to see the Dead on their few forays outside of the USA. That show at Wembley ( I queued for tickets at two different venues in different parts of London, each one cancelled as the necessity for a larger space became apparent) was my first experience of the band. I'd seen just about every major band of the late 60's and 70's, but nothing prepared me for this. The wall of sound in full flow was a sonic experience like nothing else. I became a lifelong deadhead, and judge most music by the standards set that night. I last saw the band - again at Wembley - on Halloween 1990 and they were simply awesome. There is / was nothing like a Grateful Dead concert.
How about a European tour for The Dead? There is a world beyond the USA.

marye's picture
Joined: May 26 2007

that really was quite a show.

Though what really broke me at that one up was Neil Young's Long May You Run, which always gets me anyway, but in that context was an utter sobfest.

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Joined: Jul 15 2007
The Boys @ The Panhandle 1991 I THINK!

The Boys at Golden Gate during the Bill Graham memorial. Walked from our house on Haight & Divisidero, smiled all the way and baby sat my mentor as he melted and sparked his mind. I rubbed my free B&J cherry garcia in his hair as he hid in the bushes from the blue meanies.



Joined: Jul 20 2007
life changing


Joined: Jul 19 2007

Although history will not look kindly on the performance, there were moments that remind me, almost daily, that the strong connections that are made throughout a lifetime can maintain their ties for decades. Jerry was on, at best, cruise control, the crowds were as disconnected from the Grateful Dead's communal mind-frame that is the core of their the band's greatness, and the entire scene had turned from Human Be-In to mini-Altamonts. And yet, through all the ugliness of the last tour, all of the missed lyrics, half-hearted performances and tragedies, there was still a light of optimism. Beautiful people, beautiful thoughts and the most beautiful thing of all, HOPE - these are the sights, sounds and feelings that I recall from that show. Phil Lesh roaring into Box of Rain after the melencholy beauty of Black Muddy River was a triumph of spirit that, to me, epitomizes the Grateful Dead energy that I went to shows looking for. That is what bouys my mood whenever I may feel loss. It reminds me that if my brother/sister/friend is struggling, I have the power to pick them up. WHEN THERE IS NO SONG OF YOURS, I'LL SING TO YOU!


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