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Joined: Jun 9 2007
They were all life changing shows

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!

Joined: Aug 17 2007
Best show ever

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!!

Joined: Oct 24 2007 it is...

Buffalo War Memorial 9/26/81...Morning 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.

Joined: Jul 26 2007
12/26/79 Oakland Auditorium

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

Joined: Jun 8 2009

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"

Joined: Jul 6 2007
12-5,6-92 Tempee Arizona Compton terrace

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

Joined: May 1 2009
Of course it was my first show!

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.

Joined: Apr 24 2009
Giants Stadium, 1991

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.

Joined: Apr 20 2009
life changing show

It was the show before Bob Dylan's show at Alpine Valley. I was "Goin down the road" if ya know what I mean!!!!

Joined: Jan 14 2009
You must leave now

RFK, June 14, 1991, (wave that) Flag Day. The last time I would see the band for awhile as I was headed Down Under for a year in less than a month. The first set was one that you couldn't gauge how great it was by just looking at the set list. Nearly every song they played was just taken to the Nth degree, it seemed, esp. by Jerry on Tennessee Jed.

The second set, however, was one anyone could see was a classic by merely looking at the set list: Help>Slip>Franklin's>Estimated>Dark Star! Stuck with 3 friends in some seats to the righto of the stage (and with no view of Jer), somewhere during drums, I thought, through my kaleidoscope eyes, I could see empty seats way up in the upper deck, facing the stage. So I commandeered the group to go on a hike and they all followed me up the concourse up god knows how many ramps during a crazy Space and all manner of Space-behaviors going on during our trek.

finally, I arrived at a portal I thought was near the empty patch of seats and I went in. One of my friends, who I think was starting to wonder why she had left her comfortable seat downstairs, asked politely but firmly: "Do you know where you're going?"

OK, that's a fair question, I thought, and told her that, really, we were almost there. Then we walked into the stadium turned up a narrow aisle and began clumsily traipsing up the steep steps. About halfway up, I looked to my right and yes! there was a mostly empty row. so we straggled to some seats, packed a bowl and waited for the rest of Dark Star to come out of Space.

But then something happened and it was Stella Blue, a song at that time I had usually not preferred to hear. But this time, it made perfect sense. And Jerry's hair was blowing straight up from the air conditioning as we could see on the huge screens above the stage and he gave all he had on Stella Blue that night. It was just breathtaking. then a quick romp through Lovelight and the encore surely had to be US Blues. No wait, they played that 2 shows earlier in Charlotte and I was there. What would it be? Whatever it was, it would be the last Dead I was going to see for awhile.

And don't you know, it was "Baby Blue."

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The first 2 verses just seemed like Jerry was singing to me and I know that every time I've ever heard or read someone say that, I just cringed. "It's the drugs, dumbass!" I wanted to scream. And of course, I certainly didn't fly straight at the show that night but the pain of my mother's death just 6 months earlier and the fact that I was about to embark on a life-changing journey was not lost on me during those few precious moments I stood and swayed, up at the top of my beloved old RFK, listening to those words of wisdom written and sung by two men who I had always trusted if not met physically.

To get the final blessing on my upcoming trip was very special indeed.


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