This is the show where Bill Crooks took way too much liquid acid and had to be rescued from the UCLA Medical Center psych ward. I had overindulged myself and walked out of the show after a few songs, convinced the entire event was a gigantic satanic trap. After wandering around the UCLA campus for who knows how long I discovered that the gigantic satanic trap was in fact OUTSIDE the show, and I managed to talk my way back into the show.
Got this one up to rapidshare just for you. mp3 audio from Archive.org. Enjoy... http://rapidshare.com/files/306735781/gd731117-UCLA.part1.rar http://rapidshare.com/files/306908419/gd731117-UCLA.part2.rar His job is to shed light, not to master...
I'd just turned 17,got the 4th place in line into the venue. We camped/sat w/amazing people. I'd never seen or exp anything like this! I remember hanging onto the boards @stage in front of J then set2 went out into it. If I hadn't seen the scene, I don't know if I'd be who I am today; probably but from a different path. I'd seen nothing but Beverly Hills and had no idea what was out here. Profound! I'm so grateful to be who I am, as when I see my friends from then, I shudder to think who or where I'd be today. Love & compassion are necessity, not luxury.Without them we can't survive. "Dalai Lama"
to be cleverly selfish, think only of the welfare of others.HHDL
This was my first show. I went by self and did not know what to expect. My mom droped me off. Although I was old enough to drive my mom didn't want me to drive. She must have none i woild be smoking or drinking. From the time I went in to the time a group of hippies pulled me into their little group. I never did find my seat.Nor did i want to. I danced with them for the whole show. I was wearing big and bulky boots witch made it hard to dace. One of the girls in the group talked me into taking them off. I did and danced my ass off. I never did find my boots. Went home with out them. That was the last time i wore boots to a show. Not because I was afrid to loose them again but because I knew I liked to be barefoot when i danced. The 79 show at UCLA was my first but not my last .
My first show also; probably got to go just because it was right by my house. Remember hanging out in line before the show, and running into some girls from grade school; my, they seemed so different that day! Still have my ticket; was something like $9.50...Had gone early, got to the floor and ended up about 3 persons back, right in front of Weir. Anytime I hear Jack Straw, it takes me back to that day and the music flowing over me. Was the first of so many, but that one was special.