Yale Bowl - July 31, 1971
July 31, 1971
first "Mr. Charlie" - first "Sugaree" - final "Darkness Jam"
Big Railroad Blues
Playing In The Band > Dark Star > Bird Song
Hard To Handle
Me And Bobby McGee
Big Boss Man
Me And My Uncle
China Cat Sunflower > I Know You Rider
Sing Me Back Home
Not Fade Away > Goin' Down The Road Feeling Bad > Jam > Not Fade Away
Uncle John's Band > Johnny B. Goode
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Attendees of this show
sanka4u, journeybear, timnaustin, tommypea1953, numbsy, Cat Advocate, stooch, uptownww, ssberg, blake wood, pj1621, drc456, robnelsong, agiprintguy, Ihopedonnajeanshowsup, Crock, stevehcohen, mfontz, maisenberg, DireWolfStudios, redsox, anbeck, dbear2003, jonb, So-Dead, Manhattancenter, jzias, Mr.Nervo, King Bee, Stikbro, edje, Strider 88, sactobob, MartyWeinberg, RJDMD, dabeard1, almanac
Never Forget to smell the flowers
I was 18 and it was amazing...I taped the show only to have the tape reorder and tape get ripped off in a burgalry at my Dorm room at Central CT State College ...There was acid everywhere ...though I did not induge ...I distinctly remember the guy sitting near us remarking a matter of factilly "I have a Buffalo stuck between my teeth" The riot ended concerts at the Yale Bowl that year. The schedule had the Who coming two weeks later.
I remember Garcia hanging out & talking to people at the side of the stage when they first let us in. Really loose! The stage was in the end zone facing the bleachers so most of the stadium wasn't used.
NRPS, Jon Landau Rolling Stone there hanging out early. Jumped fence early. Show is a blurrrr but with buddies from Boston, met Sag Harbor crew Chet and gang. Unforgettable experience. My buddies 19th birthday same as Jerry's I believe
I had a 10th row center reserved seat. That quickly ended with "Hard to Handle". The end zone was rushed. The level of music that year was tops. That night was way up there. I gave a listen to the Road Trips from that show last night. I miss Pigpen and Jerry.Also, Jimmy, Theresa and Danno were there. I also remember the moon and fog. After the show riot cops outside. I dont remember smelling tear-gas. I'm very thankful I grew up when did. Getting older is not easy but I would not trade my years of early Grateful Dead for anything.
14 years old, and wide-eyed at the excitement, the energy, the intimacy. A sun shower and rainbow shortly before the show. A gate-crasher ran out on the field, chased by police, but they let him go when someone from the stage ran over and gave him a concert ticket. Eventually everyone was out on the field, dancing with strangers. Pigpen took our breath away. Climbed the side of the stage to get a better look, hung there for a couple of songs, and then back down into the crowd. From China Cat on, it just kept getting better, until I thought I'd dissolve into a euphoric catharsis. So this was what I had to look forward to as I approached adulthood . . .