Grateful Dead

Not very inspired at all.

I was at this show and completely forgot...maybe thats a good thing

This was my last show. Standing on the floor watching Jerry step up to the mic to sing one of my favortie all time Dead songs as an opener (1/2 Step) and he could not remember any words for over a minute and hung his head in drugged out shame. It was sad and and I felt pity for him. On the flipside the 94 and 95 shows do not get enough credit for how HOT the rest of the band was. Listen to Summer shows from both years and try and tune out Jerry (tough I know). The drummers and Vince in particular really stepped up. Skeletor

tj crowley i know that i had made a vow ('87?) to not attend BIG areana's but a friend had 5 row left (phil) and didn't say no....it's a sahme about jer..addiction is powerful..cunning..baffleing and progressive..not even the things that are important mean anything nay more..nothing!

great foolish heart. rest of the show is best forgotten. shows like this kind of forced me off the bus. a shell of the grate band that they were. if i missed traffic the day would have been a major waste of time. i never realized what a great band traffic is live. and with jerry showing up for fantasy he didnt really offer anything.

This was the worst Dead show I ever saw. (I give it 1 star). Hate to say it. When we left, my friend Jason said, "Maybe it's time to stop seeing the Dead." However, they were a lot better the next night-- almost as if they knew they had to make up for this dreary show. And then, the Fall shows at Madison Square Garden were a LOT better. Go figure.

I was so waisted I only rember Suger mags.

This show was my then girlfriend now wife first show.She didn't understand at the time what is was all about and unfortuntatly these show's were not a good example but she got to see some.

The highlight of the show for me was when Jerry stepped out and did Dear Mr. Fantasy with Traffic. The rest of the show was not so memorable, but I'm always with them through the good, the bad, and the ugly. We all have dark moments in our lives. That was my last Grateful Dead concert.....

Yep, this was a sad note to go out on... I wasn't even pissed about my friends brother stealing my next nights ticket... I had one hell of a time in the lot tripping my face off and drinking enough to kill several not so practiced alcoholics... The Sugar Mag was a GOD SEND and I only wish I knew enough to appreciate the Liberty encore... I was actually pretty pissed off about that making to encore status so early in its life.... Now a much older and sober man I have come to the realization that every note, every song, every tour, is a GIFT that could be taken from us at any time. More importantly is knowing that sooner or later it surly will. 2011 and I am getting ready and making plans for my summer shows. Family life kept the GIANT spring run to only one show in Binghamton NY. But what a show it was.... Peace Out My Brothers...

I was at this show when I was 18. I had a sky blue longsleeve shirt on and I remember because some dude said "That's a cool color shirt" in the parking lot. I was skateboarding in the lot. I noticed the port-o-johns were overflowing. I was out in the lot and some dued was talking to me as he walked by. He said, "This place is a shit hole. They killed Adam Katz." Soon after someone else told me that the guy walking by was Bill Graham's son. Adam Katz, by the way, was a kid who was (allegedly) killed by security at Brendan Byrne Arena in East Rutherford, New Jersey and was found dead, dumped on a median. On a lighter note, I remember that I somehow got into this show with no ticket with my skateboard and managed to skate down the spiral ramps inside the stadium. Don't remember the show so much, but I do remember Crazy Fingers from the hallways. Also remember Attics of my life. This was the last Dead show I ever saw.

I fell into a couple of last minute tickets in Milford,CT around 6pm and called everyone I knew that I thought would enjoy going to the show and nobody could make it. I ended up going with a friend of a friend who was NO fan of the Dead but wanted to see what it was all about. After waiting an hour for him and a two hour ride with him getting piss drunk and throwing bottles out the passenger window, finally got inside in time for Traffic to walk offstage, a real let down as Traffic is one of my all time favs. Seats were way at the top of the stadium side stage, and had trouble hearing over the crowd singing Half Step. We made our way down to the field and found a couple empty seats. After an hour or so of putting up with the drunk asshole complaining about how he wasn't enjoying himself and being an obnoxious prick to everyone around us I got fed up and left as I was now not enjoying myself and was embarrassed to be there with this prick, only caught the first set. On the way home, pulling up to the toll attendant at the GW Bridge, the alternator died and we were stuck dead at the toll. The tolls were shut down and a huge truck with a big fiberglass bumper gets behind us and pushes us to the side of the road out of the way of traffic. We waited over an hour for a tow truck to show up, and when it did, it was a flatbed with a driver and a helper in a truck that only had room for three people. I rode in my car on the flatbed all the way home to CT to avoid listening to the asshole I went with. In retrospect, I should've left his ignorant ass stranded on the GWB. I have never spoken to or seen him again, which is probably a good thing, as I would surely beat the shit out of him out of principle!!!!

This was my sixth and last live Dead show. I heard the show advertised on the radio just a couple weeks before, which I thought odd since I figured it had sold out. When I got the tickets I assumed they were in the nose bleed section. When we got there, rather than going up, up, up, we kept going further down and down, and ended up pretty close to the stage. Having been a huge Traffic fan in college, I was in heaven when Traffic ended with Dear Mr. Fantasy and Jerry participating. This was my first and only time hearing half-step. It was an ideal starter for me. And this was the only show that I later found a review in the paper (the NY Times printed August 5th). The article mentions "28 arrests at the concert, 17 of them for possession or distribution of nitrous oxide..." What a long strange trip.