Bruce Hornsby & The Range, then Ry Cooder opened
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I was there to see Ry Cooder in my home town....
It took so long to clear up confusion over the counterfeit ticket my sister bought on Hwy 68, and then the long walk uphill, we missed Ry Cooder's noon performance and just caught The Range...
Hells Angels
As some shows are difficult to remember, this one had that memorable moment. A bunch of bikes pulled up back stage during the show. Within say 15 minutes a couple H.A. walked up the hill. Don't know what they wanted, did'nt want to know. Shortly after security went in the same direction. Oh well. We just minded our own biz and watched the show. No trouble that we knew of.
who made up the hierarchy?
The Dead had a fine set. Whose bright idea was it to have Ry Cooder open, and then start a big rock show on time?! We caught most of Mr Cooder's set. I mean really, Ry Cooder before Hornsby?
Good sound, fun show.
Jamie Dillon <*>
"The food was impossible for me... so I took two suitcases with me.
One with clothes and one with Heinz beans," said Starr.
Ringo Starr on visiting the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
GD carpet
this was the gig the GD carpet makers from Florida gave me a couple of carpets as a gift, just cause they're nice people! My best friend & I hiked up the hill........to get a gander @ the stage from that angle...........she was out of breath-I wasn't (being a swimmer helps alot!) xoxo Gypsy CowgirlI don't remember the Angels-they must've been there-memory lapses again! They love the GD, too, ya know.....
Laguna Seca
I had a real great time at all of the Laguna Seca shows. A wonderfull Deadland, never had to move the car thursday night thru monday morning. Like a buch of little neighborhoods from the hills to the flats as far as the eye could see. (like I was real cappable of seeing anything!!!)
Best Hell in a Bucket
This wasn't so much a show as it was a great, vast picnic with excellent music: Cooder, Hornsby, Dead. California shows seemed to have much more mellow vibe than shows elsewhere in the country. At least, my girlfriend and I felt safe enough to leave her fourteen year old son eating fried chicken on a little knoll, and head to the front of the stage during set-break. We got to the front very easily, and were greeted by the most unholy stench -- a reek of booze, sweat, butt-crack, and general decadence. All around us heads blitzed on beer, smoke, acid, and whathaveyou stumbled, mumbled, and gestured incoherently under the baking sun. An old woman dressed like a gypsy played solitaire while talking softly to herself, her back against the riser. At that moment the band came out on stage to somewhat subdued applause, and then launched into the spookiest version of Hell in a Bucket I'd ever heard. As Jerry beamed out over his kingdom, a big grin on his face, everything seemed to emanate from that grin, and I suddenly realized that the stench was actually coming from him: our esteemed master of funk, Senor Garcia. My girlfriend became so agitated towards the end of Bucket, as Healy cranked the delay on Bob's vocals, she literally dragged me away from the stage and back to her son.
Nice place I was up on the
Nice place I was up on the hill for most of the show I like the dugouts under the bushes
Way to slow
Bob yells way to slow during the women ending. More like way to f...ing slow.
Set 1
Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodeloo ->
Feel Like A Stranger
West L.A. Fadeaway
New Minglewood Blues
Row Jimmy
Box Of Rain ->
Desolation Row ->
Don't Ease Me In
Set 2
Hell In A Bucket ->
Scarlet Begonias ->
Fire On The Mountain ->
Man Smart (Woman Smarter) ->
Drums ->
Space ->
China Doll
Playing In The Band ->
Throwing Stones ->
Turn On Your Lovelight
Encore
Not Fade Away
Black Muddy River