This show was wild because it was the last show of the summer tour and most of the eastcoasters didn't make the trip. Pretty far to drive in the opposite direction for one show. I would say that there were only hundreds of deadheads and that the majority of the people were cornfed Iowans. People were walking around saying, "I didn't realize these people were still around", talking about the sweaty little tye dyed hippies of course. I am sure that this show had the fewest tour puppies in relation to local concert goers of any show I ever attended. My hair was still short and I still took baths every day at this time. LOL, 83' was a different story. One other note other than that amazing first set was that I remember when they played truckin' and got to the part where they build up the jam to a big boom, all of them were literally off the ground. Even Jerry only had maybe a toe down, 'cause he of couse never jumped completely off the ground. ;) The Eyes and the Sugar Mags were very hot and this was the second double encore in two shows. Take me back.

Dougles

After three pieces of paper with a pharoh printed on it, I was strolling the floor during intermission, just walking around looking for friends. I was joining in with folk playing hacky-sack, dancing and general trippiness. There were a lot of the wind-up birds fluttering in the air, I was walking across the floor, enjoying the crowd, when I heard the flutter and then "Pow", one of them there mechanical birds landed upon my noggin. At that moment nearly everyone in the stadium who knew me called my name. It was pretty cool, and extremely trippy. I didn't know where to wave, just threw my arms up and melded into the continually dancing crowd.

The music never stopped,
Steve