...and the postscript was even played at the show...They Love Each Other...forever and ever and always...
It wasn't her first show and it wasn't mine. Her first show was Watkins Glen '73 and mine Detroit '76. It was for both of us our second show and unbeknownst to either of us it was our first and only Grateful Dead show "together". I stopped going in the early 80's and she did not see another show until the early 90's's. We were not destined to meet until 31 years later, in May '08.
So we first crossed paths at Cornell on May 8, 1977 and took different life paths from there. In spite of our vast common interests which could have easily put us in the same place at the same time, it never happened again until the magic of internet dating brought us together 31 years later. We are just two dead heads / yankee fans/ avid golfers / best friends / lovers and soulmates.
Without harping on what happened musically and cosmically at the show, I do remember seeing one girl on a guy's shoulder as I mazed myself through the crowd during Scarlett Begonias. It turns out that girl was my solemate and we were destined to be together - forever and ever and always, albeit not until 32 years later.
And now we are heading back to Cornell to see Bobby and Phil again, on Valentines Day this Sunday, on that magic stage which changed our lives 32 years later.
I wonder how many of us in the crowd Sunday will have been there on May 8, 1977 at that special place...at that special time...
But June 26, 1993 at RFK stadium was a very special show for me on a personal level. This was not the best show I ever saw from a musical perspective but it completely changed my life. My father committed suicide in 1977 and I had been very angry with him ever since. I attended this show with my friend Scott (who introduced me to the Dead) my son and my girlfriend of 3 weeks (who is now my wife). We had what ended up to be perfect seats. We were in the first row of the upper deck at the opposite end of the stadium from the stage. Maybe not the most desirable seats in some ways but on this day the sound seemed to come together perfectly here. Late in the first set the boys played "When I Paint My Masterpiece". Certain lyrics in the song made me think of my Dad. It had been a wonderfully clear day, but during this song clouds began to roll in. As the band began to play "Birdsong" my son tapped me on the arm and said "Look, there's a face in the clouds!" I looked up and there was indeed a face directly over us! Somehow I knew my Dad was present! Raindrops feel on my face as Jerry sang, "don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind". My father and I carried on a conversation and reconciled throughout that "Birdsong"! My son's favorite song when he was small had been "Iko, Iko". The boys had played it at every show he attended. The circle was complete when the second set opened with a really hot "Iko, Iko". My son (and the Grateful Dead!) had been instrumental in helping me reconcile with my Dad. My life was changed forever in a very positive way that day!
I think it must have been Hartford in 1983. It was the tour that St. Stephen had been busted out and we were very excited to hear it. My best buddy Keith and I were in the upper decks and we had a good head full. We had been chased around town by the now notorious Uncle Wah, the scary acid dealer with whom we had done business. Keith had just dropped a lit cigarette butt into his high top when the first strains of St. Stephen wafted across the civic center. The crowd was so psyched that you actually couldn't hear the first verse of the song for the cheering. People were crying and the place lost its collective mind. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!! I will never forget that show and I keep the experience close to my heart at all times. Keith and I still smile when we talk about it.If you were there you know exactly what I mean. At the end of the show I was with a German exchange student who was crying and laughing and crying and laughing and trying to explain to everyone how the music had changed his life...all in broken English. People were hugging him and I know his life was never ever going to be thae same. I am a 47 year old high school principal and proud to say that the Dead helped to make me who I am and I love the whole experience for giving me that!!
Buffalo War Memorial 9/26/81...Morning Dew...in tears; couldn't stop
Also, Estimated...piercing Bobby "Hahhhh..." with ensuing scream from recieving listener. Like an archers weapon flying through the coliseum to its intended victim...Check it out, one for the ages.
1st California show and an epic night, well documented in dixpix and well etched in my brain was the encore of shakedown street back into the end of UJB. plus it was the first time I had heard of SEVA (it was a benefit. and it was the first night of 5 ending on NYE, got me to move to California in 18 months
My first show was August 2 1976 Colt Park in Hartford, it was fun, but not life altering, my second GD show was New Haven, CT 5/5/77 pretty great but so were most concerts back then. On 5/28/1977 I headed up to Hartford early in the day with no ticket and no ride. I had gotten dropped off at the ferry in Port jefferson, NY. I quickly met Dead Heads on the boat that gave me a ride to Hartford. We pulled into town around 1 pm to find The New England Fiddle contest ablaze in Bushnel Park. This alone would have been worth the trip. Time passed by dancing to the incredible talent hour after hour, until I looked at my watch and discovered it was 20 after 7:00 with a 7 pm show time. I took off running to the Hartford Civic Center, I came in at the beginning of Sugaree which went on forever. The show was amazing and at least one new Dead Head was born that night , me! I have been on the bus ever since 200 + GD shows in 5 countries, 100 Garcia shows, tons of National Parks and countless fun times. "One long party from front to end"
"I seen some good times"
What a long stange trip it was
The songs that stand out for 12-5-92 was boby breakin a string on scarlet fire or was that in deeer creek but really i remember phil singing his part in the weight It was literally a long trip2 days on a greyhound through a winter storm from kansas to Arizona maybe it was one and a half days its kinda blurry. I got sick and went to the hospitalin Tempee the next day I was at the showI didnt really get into the 12-5 show by sunday I felt a whole lot better and was amped for a good show Jerry calling that glider plane a texas dragonfly was great and when they broke out here comes sunshine I knew I was at the right place at the right time I remember a guy on stilts and I shared a bunch of raisens I had it was areal good time and it was the closest I ever got to see the band the energy was good it was kinda sad leavin the parking lot with some freinds headed back to kansas
Wow. Just wow. Either you get it or you don't, and I sure got it! You can't explain it, but you sure can feel it. First show at Deer Creek in '89 I was hooked. I was 16, and I tried every way possible to get to nearby shows in Illinois and Ohio. I got to see 49 shows in those 6 years of my life, and I will cherish those years forever. That was it. That was what I wanted to do and where I wanted to be.
My first show, Giants Stadium 1991. A friend had tickets and couldn't go, asked me if I wanted his tickets. I hadn't listened to them a whole lot, but I knew the parking lot scene would be cool, so I went. During the show, I found myself singing along to songs I had never heard before. Weird, right? I was changed forever that night. All the sights, sounds, smells just blew me away and I've never looked back.