Each and every show attended had memories Some good some bad The ones that really stick out were 7/2 and 7/4 87 Drove during the night on 7/1 to Rochester and got there early morning had to wait till 9:00am to check into the hotel had a good show met some friends from tour and other townies The fun began on the ride back to Wally world We had stopped off at a rest areas near the CT border on the Pike Saw several other heads hanging out etc They were on the way to Foxboro for the Dead /Dylan show I told them I lived in the next town and only few minutes away soon I had twenty vehicles following me down the pike to the front gate of the stadium I said my goodbyes and told them I would hopefully see them the next day The next day I had my local friends people from PA, NJ , NH, NY, and CA staying at my parents house in total 70 people that lived as a community. We had tents floor space microbuses cars and trucks and a trailer those out of state friends were treated to my towns display of fireworks the night before the show and they stated they never seen nothing like it in their towns but the thing was not only were my parents astonished but so were the neighbors and a relative who just happened to be there for the good old fourth of July Two of my friends played acoustic guitars and my neighbor joined them playing some CSNY tunes for the folks that I had gathered I was stoked my dead head community was stoked it was by far one of the best dead times I had in my life and one that I will never forget Peace to my brothers in sisters; for those I still hang with, those who we have lost along the way, and those I meet along the path of the never ending journey. At least I am still enjoying the ride The CAT
JGB...Great Woods, Mansfield, MA...September ??, 1989.
That was the one I still think about the most. There was one moment when someone blocked my view for a few seconds, and my entire world came crashing down. But he moved away, and everything was alright again. That was a close one.
(in hindsight, I think I was bothered more by the change in accoustics, rather than the view).
Warlock show in Hampton 1989. I had seen a couple of shows but the Dark Star was another Dead epiphany. I saw then just how much impact a song can have and the collective good feeling when the band and fans are on the same page.
Once in a while you can get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right
CMG my first show (83) i had no idea who the gratefuldead were... grateful dead, molly hatchet, deaf leopard, (all bands i had never listened to) sounds all the same to me... well, i didn't know who that fat man was; i had no idea what it was to be DEADICATED, but that night i had to confront the decision of weather or not i believed in 'god' and weather i would never listen to this band again or weather i would keep coming with the desire to be a key to help this thing go the 'right' way! this truly changed my life and i did become DEADICATED! December 16 1986 also blew me to a new level of spiritual growth that spiked at the chinese new year show of '87 at san francisco civic. boy , that show was the most intense experience of my life! i couldn't even talk about it for 2 years! witout my whole body going into the shakes! then there was another flow of transformation i experienced at the Frost in april30?, 1987, which peaked at the laguna raceway the day the band made the 'Touch of grey' video. that show was personally incredibly transforming...i still wonder what was in the bag 'they' left by me as i was meditating! i came across'that bag' at several other shows after monterey... most noticably at angel's camp in august '87, which stands out again in my list of most transformative shows. i pretty much stopped going after '89
This was my third show. The second set from this night was so friggin' amazing...a steamy night, good smoke and a young mind ready to be shown something new combined with Lost Sailor > Saint Of Circumstance > Drums and completely turned my universe upside down.
Standing at the top of the hill during Dear Mister Fantasy, I found myself standing next to the biggest, bad-ass biker dude I've ever seen. I was 17, tall and skinny, and felt very out of sorts. He scowled directly into my eyes, Then grinned from ear to ear and gave me the biggest bear hug in my life. I'll never forget it.
This show most definitely changed my life. I've passed on the soundboard recodings of this night, as the mix on the soundboard has Jerry low in the mix, and no crowd noise whatsoever. The crowd energy, as with every show from the Summer of 1985, is an essential ingredient in the presentation. God, has it REALLY been twenty two years since the magical Summer '85 tour? "Woah-oh, what I want to know...where does the time go?"
I had a lot of memorable shows . . .by the time i started getting into the groove of feeling like the calendar evolved around the familiar seasons of the boys playing around the bay area i would always have this feeling at the end of the 3rd show in a series of three that any type of angst or stress i was having the week previous always seemed to be worked out i was renewed recharged grounded and ready to handle "normal" life again . . .
One of my first really memorable shows was at Cal Expo 5/4/91. The first set closed with a smoking music never stopped - i was with a bunch of my good friends down in the dirt in front of the stage - everyone was grooving HARD so hard that the whole place was thick and dusty from all the foot stompin' - i was utterly amazed at all of the energies coming through us at that moment . . .
5/19/95 - i decided i would take a solo mission to the front of the stage for second set opener - i had my camera case w/camera, a fat j and a $5 bill in my possession . . .i was very considerate and conscious not to bust in on anyone's space as it was a bizillion degrees and i knew all those peeps were there early to get their spots . . .the boys busted out Here Come Sunshine - everyone started dancing it was eloquent i knew i was right where i was supposed to be - i did not communicate a single word to the 10 or so people in my immediate radius, no words were necessary - kind eyes about - the j appeared and was shared amongst my new like minders and even tho i already knew i was family this moment was one of many confirmations for me . . ..
I can remember an amazing jerry/bruce space solo at shoreline in june of 92 maybe - my soul was so high from those sweet sounds it was incredible . . .
I took a good friend of mine, Helene, to her first show at Oakland prob. 93 december - she had tied glow sticks to her belt loops - which was great cause i could visually keep track of her when she wandered off during space - when she came back she told me the coliseum had turned into the spaceship enterprise and SHE WAS THE PILOT . . . when we hit the lot after the show the first thing we saw was a girl dressed up in star trek clothes selling spaceship enterprise pipes . . . holy shit . . . :)
7/21/72 at the Paramount Theater. Available in the Download Series!
I had seen them before on 11/17/68. Interestingly there is no set list available for that show so everyone else must have been in a similar state of mind.
But back to 1972. They were just back from Europe. "Ace" had been recently released. We missed Pigpen (who doesn't?) but were pleased to find that Keith and Donna Jean were in the band after hearing them on Ace.
Bobby's "attempt" at the Weather Report Suite Prelude.
China Cat/Rider:Always a highlight.
Truckin' - The Other One.
"This is but a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago."
Box of Rain
Lyrics by Robert Hunter Music by Phil Lesh
First saw The Dead early 70's at Nassau with NRPS. Was hooked but seeing mid to late 70's shows-Cornell,Buffalo,RPI,UVM,Rochester-that sealed the deal.
The jamband scene today is definetly cool-but for those who were there-social conditions,fertility of music in general-what other decade produced recordings like Electric Ladyland,Layla,Blood On The Tracks,Santana,all Dead-not to mention 4 Way Street and Waiting For Columbus and ABB Live at The Fillmore East.
Bands beyond description.
I had already been to a few shows, and of course my first show (Pittsburgh 4/18/78) was certainly amazing, but as I recall, waiting on line to buy tickets for the 11/20/78 show at Cleveland Music Hall was truly life-changing. I was in my second year of college and it was the first time I had waited in line to buy Dead tickets. A lot of people were relying on me, so I got on line about 3pm the afternoon before the the tickets went on sale (at 9am).
There were already about 20 people on line and I immediately felt a kinship. My college buddies would occassionally drop by with some food and hang out, but for the most part I was with alone with a bunch of people I had never met before.
By the morning, we were all friends. I spent the night on the sidewalk partying, listening to Dead music, exchanging stories and partying some more. It was an amazing experience. For the first time, I truly felt part of a fun, important and yes, cosmic scene. Thereafter, whenever I went to a show, I felt like I was home.
I wound up with like 10th row center seats, by far the best spot I had up to that time. So the show itself (which was maybe a month or so after I bought the seats) was also important and is a great memory. When Jerry came out jammin at the start of the 2nd set while Weir was puking off stage, it felt as though JG was playing solely for me. Although I have heard some people express their dislike for this show, I loved it, and still listen to it today.
Next night went to Rochester, saw alot of the same people and never was the same.
Baltimore 72....wow. I remember borrowing my parent's VW and driving up with my friend Mark...we were juniors in HS. Nothing had prepared me for the madness, the sheer energy. I'd never seen people reacting to the music at a concert in quite this way and it never left me.
Then, the last, RFK in 94 during horrendous thunder storms, whick of course only added to the zanyness. Our favorite place to sit in RFK was typically available - upper deck, first row, directly back from the stage which normally sat where 2nd base WOULD have been if DC had a baseball team then! Shortly after we moved to Omaha, our next chance to see the band was going to be St. Louis in summer of 95. That turned out to be a disaster - remember the gate crashers and the tragedy that followed? We decided not to go since our daughter was only 2 and it would have been an 8 hour road trip, not fun for the little one.