I ended up seeing 15 or so shows here. There is just something about NYC and the people that is so unique. Allways an intense experiance.

Dougles

I loved the Garden. Went to a lot of shows there in the early 80's but no longer have my stubs to confirm dates. As many of you may remember, taking the train sure beat driving and trying to find parking. Off the train, up the escalator and your in. There was always a party on the way in and the train would be mobbed over capacity on the way home. Being 17 and poor, my friends and I would usually buy a one way ticket from the conductor on the way in and then hope with all the chaos going home, be able to fly under the radar and not pay.Well, I guess they got hip to that. When we walked downstairs in Penn after a show, they were checking tickets at the stairs to the platform. With the train about to leave and the next one 3 hrs later, I really wanted to get out of NYC. Realizing my fucked situation and still not able to stop giggling, my friend who had a round trip ticket says "Michael, this ticket has both our names on it, your good". The plan was set without even plotting it. I go first and say to the cop, "he's got my ticket (pointing to my friend). and bolted down the stairs. Transit goons realizing they were scammed start out in hot pursuit. Running down the platform aimlessly and thinking I'm doomed, another buddy sticks his head out a door and waves me in. A sea of deadheads parts to let me into the middle of the car them engulfs me. The train was so packed the goons couldn't even get on to try and find me, so they gave up.Thanks to all you heads who protected me from getting tossed in jail or at least recieving a good ole fashioned beating! Needless to say, round trip tickets became the norm in the future. Thanks again, brothers and sisters!

Does anyone remember the years where the Garden tickets had the Watermark on the back (fan club ones from the lottery)? Each night would have a different word, if you went to every show (yes, I did) it would end up saying something. One year was "Going down the road feeling bad" ( I think 87)and one year was "What a long, strange trip it's been" ( I think 88). Did anyone even look at the back of the tickets besides me? As far as the train was concerned, does anyone remember that they handed little slips of paper that said "Grateful Dead" with the date as your return ticket. I have some somewhere but don't recall where I stashed them. Did anyone go to Mc Cann's or the Blarney Rock before/after the shows? I have a Jewish friend who used to not be able to attend all the shows with me cause they always fell around the Jewish Holidays.

I used to hang out at the Blarney Stone I believe it was. It was lovated closer to 6th on 32nd street on the south side of the block. Rock on.