Grateful Dead

I was fourteen and a half.
I was a little Anglophile back then too, and had bought Jethro Tull's album as an import from Poobah, so I was pretty amped to see them as well.
I was just learning how to play guitar and idolized Garcia. Spent hours with my head stuck in my lousy mono records player listing to Anthem of the Sun, floating on his crystalline arpeggios. Seeing him live did not disappoint.
I don't remember much about the show other than they started off with a rowdy Good Morning Little School and slipped into space jam and then were out. Short set, or so it seemed.