My last Dead show at Red Rocks. Once again they opened with a thundering Shakedown. This time I went with my friends Cragin and Hunter, rolling down highway 93 in Hunter's (Darrell Hunter, that is) peridot green Gran Torino station wagon. Just a little lightning visible over Denver for effects on Brown Eyed Women, but thankfully no rain. The highlight for this show for me was the Scarlet/Fire, which was one of the sweetest I ever heard in concert. However, this show was also significant for me in that it was my first concert experiences of Hell in a Bucket and Throwing Stones. On the way back home, Cragin could not stop talking about a vision he'd had as the band played drums/space, that the members of the band had all appeared to him as being already dead. I attribute much of that to Candace's lighting scheme during that segment, which was very surreal, green and creamcheese colored.

keep your character, enjoy living, share your fortune,
OXOX Merple Reddin

My first and last RR run. Was on the way back to MA from AK. Hooked up with Wendy at Park West after hopping a freight train out of eastern OR. Stayed on the train too long and had to back track to get to the PW show. RR and the Dead were a perfect match, dancing up and down the stairs with the sandstone sentinels watching over you. Would have liked to continue on to Santa Fe but UMASS fall semester was calling.