izzie, izzie, izzie... that would be ex-husband... aka, starter husband. The keeper husband has only seen one show- at the Nashville Municipal (he says it was an October show). He says he doesn't remember anything more than it was a half moon... 'nuf said!
Seriously, the ex is named Kirk Pickering, in the Nashville area (a Pittsburgh native). He was an early Well member- in fact (foggy brain here), I remember a Well shirt, and spending intermission at the Greek trying to meet other Well folks (or was in NYE at Kaiser? Oh crud...) Actually I think he wore that Well shirt to every show we went to for an entire summer tour... ICK! There was a Well party at David Gans' apartment we went to- Marye was there (later "met" her on a horse rescue board and quickly figured out the GD connection even tho we were both being respectable at the time, LOL)...
Does that help, Izzie?

LOL- fell asleep?! I'd be concerned too-

Hi, all. I'm Barry, though lots of folks call me Shmo. I don't really care what you call me (as long as it's not dickhead). My first show was 6/29/73 at the Universal Amphitheatre. I was 12 years old, dragged there by my uncle, and, as a kid who was into David Bowie, the New York Dolls, Lou Reed, and Iggy Pop, I thought that Dead show was the most boring-ass bullshit I'd ever heard in my life. I fell asleep during the 2nd set.

The light switched on at the Shrine Auditorium 1/11/78, when I was lured back to a Dead show by the promise of psilocybin and the company of a girl I'd been crushing on for several years. As I was playing bass in a punk band at the time, I attended the show at great risk of losing my punk cred. I didn't fall in love with the girl, as it turned out, but I did fall in love with the GD, the lostness and abandon being just what my tortured punk soul needed at that crossroads in my musical journey. I DID remain a closeted Deadhead for another couple of years, though, as I continued to inhabit the anti-hippie punk-rock demi-monde. During my junior year in college I "came out" as a fullblown worshipper in the Church of Jerry.

In 1989, I read an article about Deadhead culture in the L.A. Weekly, and an online community called The Well was mentioned. I logged onto The Well on May 9, 1989, and that has been my happy cyber-home for the last 18 years.

I have been hosting the psychedelic radio show The Music Never Stops on KPFK 90.7 FM in Los Angeles since 1995, originally a Grateful Dead show, but following Jerry's death and the demise of the GD as a live outfit I stretched the purview of the program to include jambands and other music for freaked-out weirdos like me.

I will admit that my last encounters with the GD were similar to my first, sadly. I thought that much of the music they made in '93-'95, with a few (VERY few) exceptions, was some of the most boring-ass bullshit I've ever heard in my life. But I treasure and honor and and constantly pay homage to the great stuff in all its eternal glory.

yeah.. me too...
Hey Drive, I tried to go to your website and it doesn't work- I'm a knitter too (albeit not a very good one) and was interested in what you do- I love the textile arts and do a few of them-
Thanks- Vivi