It was unbelievably powerful show and there was a eye thru the storm when the coliseum let out and we could see the stars clear thru the storm center circle. never forget it!
....DARK STAR.....in the heart of Berlin, one year after the Wall came down, 45 years after WW2.....very heavy vibrations, conjured in a powerful location.....the music plays the band...
They played at Maples Pavillion at Stanford University in the spring of 1973. I was 16 years old and it was my second show. I had been to the New Years show at Winterland a couple of months earlier and that had truly been a life altering experience. This one solidified my belief that I had finally found a home.
My friends and I definitely shared a unique and particular state of mind that night. We thought some kind of prankster had sprayed the room with some sort of psycedelic gas (maybe it was just something we ate) , that the light show was prescient and that someone had arranged a parade of people to stroll by, at just the right time, to perfectly illustrate the characters in "Ramble in Rose" just as Jerry sung the words (you know Jack the Ripper, Frankenstien, Crazy Otto).
The flow was sprung for basketball and when everyone got to dancing the joint was jumping, in the literal sense of the word. I remember thinking all of those speakers they had stacked up were going to come tumbling down.
Anyway, it was a great time and definitely nudged my course in a different direction.
i can alway s say ya the dead changed my life.my veiws were veryopenminded...now i know this may sound strange but
This show got short shfit in the liner notes from Dicks Picks so I want to set the record straight.
The day the concert was scheduled was a classic Dead day. Everyone was hanging out peacefully in the parking lot at 8 am waiting for the gets to open up for the 7 pm concert. The weather report was calling for rain but the tickets said "to be held rain or shine" and the vibes were good so no one cared.
Once the gates opened we all went inside the stadium and set up camp and spent the day relaxing and having fun until the first black cloud came over from behind the stage.
A flood of beach balls was bouncing around the stadium, lightening and thunder were everywhere and the rain came down like only an east coast storm can do.
By the time the concert was cancelled, we were in for a real inetresting trip getting out. The crowd was a typical Dead crowd so it should not have been on anyone's agenda to be driving and the parking lot was mud. We sat on top of our car for 3 hours and laughed. I didnt see any agression or fights.
When we came back the next week, Nixon had just announced he was resigning and the band came out with a vengance.
The single best dead show I have ever seen and the best crowd. The tapes don't even do the show justice and I'm still friends with the guys I went to those shows with. We never call it one show. It was 2 shows with the first set a week before the second and third.
Last time I ever saw the wall of sound too.
Truly life changing for me on a lot of levels. I wonder what happened to Riley?
"There are 2 kinds of people in the world. Those whose lives have a soundtrack and those lives do not. I have always found that interesting people come supplied with music."
JFK - Philly 87' Dylan/Dead
- Outdoors, at night, with 100,000 dead heads.
- Many Dead, Phil and Rat Dog shows, Albums, Tapes, CD and MP3 players & 20 years later I have my kids listening to the Dead now. Out of sight :)
The punch line is I rarely, if ever, listen to the dead of that era. I love Dead circa 69-77 and that's all I play these days.
Deadheads and Spirituality topic!
I can't remember what the date or even the year, but it was at RFK stadium in Washington DC, probably in the late 80's. I couldn't find anyone to go with me, so I went alone. I felt pretty scared, lonely, and discouraged. I had just broke up with a boyfriend. Throughout the show, my needs kept getting met. I wanted a beer and had no money, and some girl gave me hers. I had no lighter but people kept lighting my cigarette, and then I found matches. I wanted a J and there it was (this is no surprise, but fits in with the overall picture). I wanted company and found someone to hang out with. Toward the end of the show, I was way up in the bleachers and there was this red balloon floating around the crowd down on the floor, and I thought, "I want that balloon to come to me," and it did! It floated in a straight path right up to where I was, so that I got to hit it back to the crowd. I realized, even when I feel lonely and depressed, my needs will be met. That there's some bigger force in charge here. I
I went in depressed and discouraged, and came out hopeful and encouraged. I wasn't very religious at the time, but I got a feeling that God was watching over me, and everything was gonna be ok.
Why there should be a connection between a spiritual being (God) and the Dead, I'll never understand. But it sure seems to be there. Maybe the Dead just made God happy, because they made so many people happy, so He was there at shows sometimes. It sure seemed to me that He was there. I don't know.
Is it possible that God is a Deadhead? :)
My 3rd 4th & 5th show. Red Rocks Amphitheatre Sept. 6th, 7th, & 8th, 1983!! 5 of us drove 36 hours straight in a 1980 Chevy Van from the Jersey Shore. 2 other friends from Jersey drove in a car and we all met up at Chief Hosa's Campground. It was a blast. I returned to the Rocks for the 85' shows!!!!
I never got to see them live, and really never came to know about them until I was17. I wish that I could have though. The Dead is about all that I listen to.