Boston Music Hall - June 12, 1976
June 12, 1976
FM broadcast WBCN-Boston - last "Comes A Time": 10-19-72 
Set List:Samson and Delilah
Music Never Stopped
Brown Eyed Women
Mission in the Rain
Looks Like Rain
Friend of the Devil
Let it Grow
Comes a Time
Dancin' in the Streets
Around and Around
Attendees of this show
dubai-escorts-bunnies, Dark Star Transport, JD54, johnzias, rbmunkin, Tampamal, dfried1, Mike Jarboe, stevespit, butchndad, garylorusso, Mithrandir, sniper11, stooch, astone, deadHeadGiver, DWRobb, jerryskid1974, junebug, Leggs4, martiniolive, Gandalfstormcrow, billj79, chemsoccer, tomb, Slebodes, agiprintguy, Ihopedonnajeanshowsup, Mister_Charlie, digitunes, Katimae, gjs56, darkstar0000, drjass57, ratterd, DireWolfStudios, clutch_cargo, RoadKing Ray, lamarred664, 1wharf-rat, touchofgrey, lobsterman5831, mobay2001, Russell Levine, Leggs2, grciafan, estimatedprofits, avalondeadman, oldbiker, UncleBruce1971, Mickey Rat, astone516, nickster, jzias, craig maceachern 2 dustyrose, boffo the chimp, gooney1956, gregp123, Terry Tolkin, gr8flsquid, Eli Polonsky, JackStraw51ri, gondolinx, deadheadead, bluesdad, ChakraDocMyles, zach, Andpeter, grtfullife, World Wide Dialtone, cryptical1, dazebtween, jdwilgus, Mark_W, deadhedave, rodger allinson, Jack Straw, email@example.com
My second show with the once in a lifetime pairing of Wharf Rat->Comes A Time and the fun Sugar Mag->US Blues->Sunshine Daydream encore sandwich. Worth the long hitchhike back to Maine the next day. Dave Davis
this was a great series of shows! I particularly remember Phil Lesh as having a really big, full ,sound and 'driving the band' so to speak
The first Dead show saw. A BIG THANK YOU to the kind soul who got a small group of us into the show. Your kindness was repaid many times over.
I was twelve, my folks were in Rhode Island, and my brother kidnapped me. I'd like to say I got hooked here, but I slept for most of the show. I didn't go on my own until Providence 1981.
Man, I'd like to have that chance back again....
This was my first show as well. I only knew Workingman's Dead and American Beauty songs so I didn't really appreciate the show. My father was really mad I went. I had a great time throwing Sugar Babies into a passed out hippie's mouth. He'd just keep swatting away until I got one right in his mouth. That woke him up long enough to take another swig on his bota bag and go back out.
Roses, Roses everywhere.... This was a fantastic experience.
Got my ticket from an invitation from the DEAD, After corresponding with the Address on the Europe 72 Album...
Remember that kids?
My Girlfriend (soon to be my wife) Had just finished A beautiful
Embroidery of the of the American Beauty Album cover on the back of my jean jacket (still have it, but passed it on to my son). The music and the people were beyond description, and I was totally hooked.
I have attended many shows but as you all know, there's NOTHING like your first Grateful Dead show.
I was one of those who didn't get my ticket through the fan club and went to the venue in the early morning hours to get a ticket ( eventually known as miracles). The rumor was that there would be a limited number of tickets available at the box office. My friends and I sat around , threw frisbees in the street and met some very cool fellow deadheads throughout the day. In the afternoon the box office sold about eighty tickets, so we got ours and enjoyed some beautiful seats in the front and center of the Music Hall. Row ten or so "dead" center. We were surrouinded with all of the beautiful people we had spent the day with. Truly a sense of community. A great day, great show. I'm thinking that I encountered Gandalf there.
I was only 6 years old and of course wasn't at this show but some years ago, I picked up a double cd of this show called "Left in the Vaults".
I have never heard a better guitar solo from Jerry than what he plays on Comes a Time. It isn't possible for a guitar solo to be any more moving, passionate, and emotional while also being a concise statement. Wow! I listened to it in the car yesterday and actually had tears streaming down my face. This type of song from Jerry is what originally hooked me on the GD. I remember landing front row seats in 1995--they pulled off a very moving "stella" and when the song was over, my friend and I looked at each other and said, "Oh yeah, there are other people on the stage besides Jerry".
As a songwriter myself, I am in awe of Jerry's ability to take a set of lyrcis from Hunter and turn them into the perfect musical expression of the sentiment conveighed in the lyrics. A guitar solo is supposed to say something which is unexpressable with mere words but, too often, guitar players just spit out some impressive notes that lack pure emotion. Certainly Jerry was guilty of this many times, but not on June 12 1976 in Comes a Time. This is goose pimply for sure.
Comes a Time was spectacular indeed. I was about 12-14 rows back...what a great venue. I recorded the show on a handheld cassette deck. During Comes a Time, when Jerry sings "I can't see much difference" some guy next to me bellowed "I can't see much at all," which is really annoying on the tape. Also annoying: some folks were trying to bamboozle an usher, who yelled "May I see your tickets please???" right at a key point in the opening of Mission in the Rain.
I loved this show.