My 1st show was JGB 10/31/89' Concord Pavilion. I mean it was my 1st live music experience...ever. My friends mom was a deadhead (did not know it then tho)and she said we was all going to Forth Bragg CA for the Halloween festivities to party, and to hang out. Somehow, we landed in Concord, CA. I had never knew of the GD or Jerry or these thousands of gypsy hippies that lived off this music. So to say that seeing deadheads was one thing, the fact that it was freakin Halloween was another.
We all piled out of the car & three of us split to go wonder around. Within about 45 seconds, I thought to myself ' man, what kind of a thing is this?'.....look at all these freaks! All of a sudden some dreadied guy came up and asked us if we'd had our medicine. I responded by saying that we weren't sickly or nuthin', why ...did we look sick? That dude just looked at me like I was crazy er sumpthin' and walked off.....I got to admit that this music didnt do it for me at first. I was watching all these people twirling around, and rushing about like they were in some sort of church. Of course, like the book says, the adventure of getting to the shows & the scene is what initially had me going back at the beginning of 1990 for more.
It's hard to believe now that this music has been ingrained into my dna. By 1991 i was on the bus. I skipped going to college to follow the band in those latter days. I have returned back to college ( w the current economy it's not a bad place to be now ) but still get out to as many shows as my pocketbook will allow.
Ive wanted to say this for awhile now......
THANK YOU ALL FOR A REAL GOOD TIME!
"...fields of fragile thunder..."
it made him type in hieroglyphics....heeheeeeee!!
The first show in Paris 1990. In college at the time, I ran into friends from high school I had not seen in years (I am from Huntington beach, california). Met Parisians who were into the Dead and wanted to know more about America and how popular the Dead were. Enjoyed some really strong goodies and wondered the streets of Paris afterwards in a glow. Had an epiphany during Saint of Circumstance- details not important, I just remember I had an epiphany.
Something about that show and experience made me embrace my love of the Dead more than any other.
Most life changing thing was my first show in Chicago.
My mom and dad took me to it..
They werent dead heads but i wanted to go.
We sat in the upper deck and it was amazing..
After the show my mom goes to me and said " you will never go to one of these again"
Too bad for her... i went for the next 5-6 years..
And listen to them today..
Wow what a good time in my life
you don't ever know. Wonder whose album it was!
I'll start out by confessing that I blew off what SHOULD have been my first Grateful Dead show - Syracuse, 10/27/71. I was a freshman at Colgate, and a whole bunch of guys from my dorm, including my roommate, were going. Damned if I know why I didn't ...l I thought it was for a World Series game, but the Baseball Almanac tells me that the '71 series ended on 10/17, soooo ...
So if I wimped out on that, how did I catch the bug? Sophomore year at Colgate, I was living at a frat house. I was assigned to clean the house living room on the Saturday morning after the first big Friday night party. I found a copy of Europe '72 - musta been damn near brand new at the time (9/72). I took it back to my room, wrote up a bunch of 3x5 cards describing the album, where I found it & where to contact me, & posted them on the bulletin boards at frat houses, dorms & the student union (1972 ... NO INTERNET!!). Nobody ever got in touch, or asked anyone else at the house about it.
Still, I was oddly reluctant to listen to it - at the time I was into Beatles, Stones, Who, CSNY, & other stuff that they call "Classic Rock" today, but was sorta new back then. Liked the Airplane, but they didn't play any Grateful Dead on WABC or WMCA-AM, y'know? But after Thanksgiving break, I began to feeling that I now owned this album, & figured it was high time I listened to it.
The initial feeling, listening to that mad Cumberland, was "where has this stuff BEEN all my life??!!", and so began a beautiful lifelong obsession.
The simple fact that the "new right" has consistently been wrong does not mean that wrong is the new right.
I saw two shows at the Uptown in Chicago (11-16-78 and 8-19-80) before I caught up with the boys on a crazy Saturday night in Paris, 10-17-81. If there's such a thing as a deadhead, that's the night I became one, meaning it all came together for me there: psychedelics, music, dance, and community. I had just turned 21 then and I'm 50 now; the journey just keeps getting longer, stranger and trippier.
I've never seen the Grateful Dead with Jerry, on account of only being 19. But I literally just got back from Furthur at the UCF Arena and it was amazing. "Strawberry Fields" > "When You Wish Upon A Star", "Truckin'", "The Wheel", and so many others. Now the old expression is cemented in my brain, "There is nothing like a Dead concert." I loved the people (they were polite and awesome for the most part) and the music was incredible. I'm going to go to every Furthur and Dark Star Orchestra concert I can from now on.
I never got to see the band with Jerry as I was still a kid... But I saw them at the Forum in 09 and that was ORGASMIC!