Greg from Chestertown

Speaking of that, weren’t we supposed to get a couple of acoustic shows at the Hamilton in DC? Right before COVID hit? Somewhere over here, near my house?

Musta been the roses

To lay me down

I overheard one usher tell another at Radio City, ‘80; “ they told us you’re going to see people smoking but don’t do anything about it.”

I caught Dead and Company the summer before last up in Philly and had the time of my life, Top five show definitely. Went back up last summer because it was the last time. Set list, performance, crowd vibe all spot on the first time. Second show, Bobby was barely there. His voice was shot. I had to listen to the first song while standing in a huge line as there was only one gate if you were down on the field. After a while, a venue employee walks out and yells that this line is for the field only. About seventy five percent of the line leaves. Cool. I flow into the show, make my way down to the field to be told that I need a wristband to get down to the field. I go back up to the concourse, ask an employee where the wristbands are. She tells me they’re at gate 110 and points to the complete opposite side of the stadium. So, I ran there. Ask an employee there, I tell here that I was told to come here. She tells me that I was lied to. She says follow me, I will take you where you need to go. She walks me about a hundred yards to what appears to be the official Dead and Company T-shirt concession. She says that they can give me a wristband. After waiting about five minutes while a few people decided which tye dye would be best. Finally, it’s my turn and the gal has no idea what I am talking about. At this point, I just go find and entrance gate and ask the nice old man where the wristbands are. He points to a booth that looks like it’s from a carnival, has big letters across the top, WRISTBANDS. I walk up to the booth and say I need a wristband. She says, you have to go over there, and points to an alcove where they’re actually handing out wristbands. I got my wristband and be bop down to my seat in the back of the front section. Settled in with my neighbors who happened to ride up from their boat ten minutes down the road from my house. Half time comes and I go get a drink of water. I go to get back in my seat and for some reason, my ticket wasn’t coming up on my phone. She won’t let me back to my seat which was five feet away. She had yelled for me to get back in my seat the whole first set. So, I have my wristband, I am allowed on the floor, but if I stop for a few seconds, an employee tells me that I have to keep moving. There wasn’t any dancing area to go to. This is too depressing. Yea, I’ll never go back

I’m digging ‘round and ‘round as a show opener. Makes sense with those lyrics

I feel Eaton’s pain. The word Parasite comes to mind. From now on, I am only blowing next week’s grocery money on balloons from hippies. Seems like the least I could do.

First DSO, Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, OCNJ Music Pier, 2002. Third song, Peggy O. Tears, hair on my neck standing up. “ I can still go to shows”. life saving

Same thing happened to me, brought to tears, right about the same time. Finding Dark Star Orchestra around some corner, where they,ve been waiting to meet me, got me back to where I belong, post Jerry.

12/15/86, first time played for both tunes

So, isn’t the original show first time played for Black Muddy River and Push Comes to Shove? Somewhere about then.

That’s the best review I ever read. Thank you, Desert Dead. I think.

Jack Straw

Dead did only a few shows there, 70, I think. Maybe a recreation of one of those shows?

I wouldn’t come back. Let’s see, sell everything I own by spring, ….

I think Green Bay’s coaching and game plan was key to the win. Coin toss helped too. Start the game with a long drive and a touchdown, Dallas is starting in a hole. Coming out of the half, Dallas had a couple of long sustained drives but they were already way down. Where’s the sense of urgency? There seems to be a weirdness to the NFL and how things turn out. Makes me wonder if the gambling isn’t having an effect on the league. Of course, working for Jerry Jones seems to be less than fun.

My buddy swears by Space from Anchorage, 1980.

They have mastered everything.

I love that show. Interesting stage banter before Masters Bouquet, Bobby knows the tune and Jerry doesn’t. That’s a rarity in itself. I just listened to 12/26/79. My favorite era for space, about when I started, so have always referred to space as “dinosaurs on the moon”

Jerry Christmas, Happy Bob Weir !

What did one casket say to the other casket? Is that you coffin?

Hey, I guess you’re right. I never thought about an answer. I do believe that’s a Steven Wright observation, not mine.

What would a chair look like if your knees bent the other way?

Edibles?

China Doll acoustic many times over during the 1980 15th Anniversary shows, Warfield/Radio City. I caught one of those at my second show and had the good fortune of knowing the song at the time. Caught one more in Spring of ‘87, Spectrum. Lyrics interpreted probably as widely as Terrapin. The back and forth makes it easy to hold it near, as it were your own, personalize it, help you work it out, shake it out, all over the dance floor. We all love it, but for our own reason. It comes from the core of the Grateful Dead, I think.