I went to an RFK show with my brother and had a spare ticket. We sold it to a young couple - they were there with their friends but the girlfriend needed a ticket. Later, my brother & I are sitting there in our seats waiting for the show to start, and we hear a commotion approaching. It was the couple and all their friends. Turns out the one ticket I sold them was the seat that connected my seats to their whole group's seats. Cosmic!!
As an infant, I lived in the Haight district of with my older brother and my mother. This was during 1966-67. My mom was a full blown anti-war "flower child" and my father was away in Vietnam (go figure). Although I was too young to recall exact events or details of my time there though my mother told me some stories about free concerts in the park and things like that. She decided to move out of that neighborhood after one afternoon, during an anti-war march/protest, her being with her two young children, happened to look upward when she then noticed there were some sort of armed military personnel positioned atop buildings pointing their guns down toward the street where we were. She said something about "Black Panthers" or something IDK. That was enough for her to leave . We were there for a little while though and it's amazing the way memory works. I then spent the rest of my childhood in the South Bay, Cupertino which is not too far from S.F. and it's impossible to live in the bay area and not know who the Grateful Dead . My parents always went to shows and had so many stories and events I remember them talking about like the Altamont ;my mom telling me about a show where they told her "don't drink the (whatever color) punch and her not remembering the color of the punch she did already drink. Another big one was my dad and his friends went to an Allman Bros. concert on New Years Eve, 1973 I think, Jerry was there that night, and my dad acted as a minister onstage and married his friends between sets. Bill Graham announced the wedding over the PA. Anyway, time passed and I went through being a problematic teenager doing all kinds of bad stuff and being rebellious etc. then in my early 20's, I went to my first Dead show as an adult! I finally was home. I never belonged anywhere more than I belonged there and I felt so at ease and I knew and understood all that was going on so naturally and I was so happy. The people, the clothes, THE MUSIC, I understood it all! That was Cal- Expo 1989 I think. Shortly after that I visited Haight Street, went shopping there, and as soon as I was in that neighborhood, I recognized the smell of the trees and everything looked so familiar but I had no words to describe that. I had not fully developed language yet when I lived there as a baby but sensed everything being so familiar, just like at the Dead Show. So thank you Grateful Dead and EVERYONE for being my family and I'm so happy I made it back home and I love you all !
Welcome Back!! Good to have you here, enjoy, look around, there are some really far out people on this site and a wealth of information. 89 was a great year for a first show.
Yeah I'm learning quite a bit here in my recent quest of getting a closer, deeper insight of the band and all it encapsulates. Surprisingly, I'm learning a great deal about myself in this process and it is making me a better person. It's like, the tragedies in life, which bring great sadness, are really an embellishment love, generosity and sincerity someone shared with us , like the Grateful Dead!