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Bruce sat in on Tennesse Jed and Memphis Blues....always liked that Bruce would show up in D.C. :)Lake

my first show on the field-rained like hell from terrapin on-us blues in the rain w/ my best friend-bought a dry shirt in the lot-still have it

I think not!Bruce sat in with them but I recall it was Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians that opened!! I remember well that Edie said 'we all looked like a big bowl of jellybeans and she wanted to eat us all' and a bunch of us guys started yelling " eat me first, Edie!!!!! ...clams unleashed!

Edie Brickell opened the next year 7/12/90. If you look at that show's page, there are several comments confirming this. Anyway, she chose to eat Paul Simon and they got married. Peace!

This might have been the show where Phil teased the intro to Dark star at the beginning of the show.

The mud on the field and US Blues was so Fun!!!!!! I was lovin life that night! Miss you Jerry...

This was indeed the show where Phil teased Dark Star. I had figured out, in my infinite nerd-dom, that it was the 5 year anniversary of the last Dark Star (the encore @ the Greek in 84) and convinced my friends to make a sign akin to the "Last SF Dark Star" one at the 78/79 NYE show at Winterland (I had seen a picture of it in Gans' book). It said "Just a Reminder- Last Dark Star 5 Years Ago Today". I was 17 that summer, and 5 years seemed like 50 to me back then. I never thought I'd hear a Dark Star in my life. It just seemed so unlikely in the days of Touch of Gray and Hell in a Bucket- like ancient history from a golden age long gone. We stood in front of Phil and unfurled our sign when they came out for the first set. Phil was the only one to pay any attention to it, and he sort of slapped his head in mock surprise and said "Five Years! Oh my god!" and then he teased it. You can clearly hear it on the tape over at the archive. For the rest of the show i was CONVINCED they were about to break it out... Of course that happened three months later at Hampton (still one of the most intense nights of my life), and they played it the next two summers at RFK. I always felt like that was a tip of the hat to my sign and the amazing support they always got in DC/MD/VA. Both of the RFK Dark Stars are on the wonderful View from the Vault 2, and I'm sure one day the Hampton Warlocks shows will surface in some official form. This was the last truly great era of a truly great band, and I feel incredibly lucky to have been there, even if only for this magnificent coda...

As a taper I definitely remember the 2nd set opener and how much fun it was.This was a up on the down beat "He's Gone" with a flavor of Ramble-on-Iko thrown in by the drummers and Phil. We all knew what tune it was as I listened to it start-up thru my headphones while sealed in-side another taper's dome-tent. (It was down-pouring of-course) . Brent and Jerry harmonized thru laugh's and smiles at each other. What a treat. Thank you, for another "Real-Good-Time"

Two memories for me: To Lay Me Down (My First) and Take You Home...I remember seeing a picture of Brent's daughter on his keyboard blown up on the big screen. Thinking back I feel bad of her, seeing how he loved her and knowing that wasn't enough to keep him off drugs...hard drugs kill, either quickly (Brent) or over the long run (Jerry). So sad...

Arguably it was the summer of the peak of the band's popularity, but even more arguably the peak of the scene outside the venues, now affectionately known as Shakedown Street. Never were there more deadhead's selling falafel's and grilled cheese and you name it. It was before the internet and you could buy paper lyric books, and find a free copy of Dupree's Diamond News, and maybe a balloon to go with it. I was on the grass field this night and it rained and rained. I've never had more fun in the mud, dancing and singing in my own puddle of dance space. I always have thought of it as my "Woodstock" show. Following the masses through the mud after the encore I'll never forget this guy who was barefoot, barechested and wearing a gypsy skirt that was soaked with mud from halfway down. He looked down and remarked, "this skirt is done, man". A cliche at this point, but nonetheless true, there's nothing like a Grateful Dead concert.