My 2nd show. Had had a chance to do a little more homework by then, including watching Dead Ahead (meaning I was totally psyched for Lost Sailor).....
General admission, we ended up standing right in front of Jerry, just a few standing rows back from the front. All our heroes took their places, and I had nearly a Dead Ahead view of their interaction (and even of a soap bubble momentarily floating into Bob's view mid-jam). I was blown away. Even songs I'd never heard were burned into memory that night. That's really when it all began.....
up next that Spring: HAMPTON!
...ha ha ha. Excellent. I took a buddy to Cal Expo in June of 90, and messed him up a bit so to speak.
I told him "Just watch the Jerry and everything will be all right." Hilarious, Those were really fun shows. (he later told me that was the trick- "..........just watch Jerry").
Hallelujah! nothing like sending a new recruit down the road.....
It didnt change my life a whole lot, but he still talks about it 20 years later
My second show, I'm barely 15, and just in a trance at the colors, the heat, the dancing. I ditched a bud to get close and was right up there when they started Crazy out of China...the C.C.S just was incredible, like being in the Benefit for Mr. Kite, riding a marble stallion and looking out for the ring. I kept looking at Jerry playing while he was singing and wondering how the hell he can solo licks and sing at the same time...I remember Bobby had a ponytail and a bright pink strat.
I was in a new place and I never wanted to not visit it again..and I did 88 more times. That show made me a head. But the one that blew me away happened two years later at Cal Expo, but that's another topic altogether.
happy Valentine's Day, you lovebirds!
...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