Greg from Chestertown

That was my thought. If there’s no adults, no shows, stay home!

I just got first pics of the resort from Hugh, Likeeveryone. Blue sky and Sun while I sit in cold, Rain and Snow. Super jealous. Enjoy everyone!

We got a lot of shows without Jerry towards the end. That’s the problem. He was a shell of his former self. Still larger than life for that one song somewhere in there that kept us going back. I liked Brent. Blow away in JFK stadium in Philly, ‘89? Left us just as in awe as a Jerry ballad. I was thinking earlier today how the dead was falling apart yet some of the best Jerry I witnessed was Jerry Garcia Band after Brent’s passing. Go figure. My opinion.

Limiting it to Hunter/Garcia instantly rules out box a rain. Mistake, as that’s up there on my list.

Good point. Maybe that’s why it didn’t last in the rotation. They milked it for all it was worth and then that’s that. Reminds me of Saint Stephen. When I think about the best song ever, I think about Cumberland Blues. Written by members of the band, not a cover. At the time, American Beauty/Workingman’s era, they wrote their own song which is a tribute to their roots yet it is as good as any classic bluegrass/Country tune. When you think about the timing of it’s birth in the evolution of the band and where they came from, it could be considered the best Grateful Dead song ever. Clearly, I sidestepped all of the psychedelia, but Cumberland is the first tune that popped into my head when I first read this topic and haven’t been able to discount it.

They’re all tied for first place but since that answer would disqualify me, I gotta say my first show because it had the greatest effect on me. Ocean City, New Jersey Music Pier, 2002, Sunday night of Memorial Day weekend. I grew up, summers in OC, parents owned a house since ‘68, I was seven. It was the closest to playing my house that the band has ever been. My nephew told me about them the week before, knew zero about them. I hadn’t done anything since Jerry died. Hung out at my parents beach house for two days then drove downtown to check them out. I stood about ten feet in front of John K with a group of about eight people around my age. Opened up with Alabama so I was like, 1980. I got to play that game and dance with my new found friends right out of the gate. Pretty cool. Third tune was Peggy-O. John had the hair on the back of my neck standing up and tears in my eyes. His delivery was spot on. I had an absolute blast! I told my nephew, now that is what a Grateful Dead concert is like. They are it! When we were leaving, Kevin and Rob Kioritz were talking on the boardwalk. I walked up to them, blown away, with a great big THANK YOU !!! Kevin just looked back at me with a grin and a nod. He fully understood that I had just had it done to me by the Dark Star Orchestra. The greatest impact from that night was that I could now start going to shows again, catch them when they come around. Twenty years later and I am still looking forward to my next show. Hell, I only chased Jerry and the boys for fifteen years.

Today’s reason, I cleaned my house to the point that I am uncomfortable in it. I don’t feel like I belong here. …gotta get back to where I belong….

Lol! Yea, I’m embarrassed. Totally. After the text, I went back and saw the comma after the question mark. Tried to fix my post but my aversion to technical won out. As an old friend of mine used to say, CAUTION; Engage brain before engaging mouth.

Dallas game just went to commercial playing Tedeschi trucks band, ‘anyhow’. Tapers alert, possible Grateful Dead.

Yea, I went back and looked, saw SOTOTW as the second song, tried to delete my post but that’s above my comprehension level. Had to roll with it.

Rude, it’s sitting on top of the world. Pretty sure it’s off the GD’s first album, a cover of an older bluegrass or Americana tune. Kinda rare, caught it only once when Furthur opened with it. I had to google it to figure out what all those letters meant.

Yea, Irish got beat up.

Gotta forfeit a point, outhouse was plastic.

Not to be a dick or anything, but I think the term comes from coal miners in West Virginia who were identified by the red kerchief that they wore around their necks.

30 but about half of them were in my adult life. I can’t believe deliberately listening to country music didn’t make the list.

A raiders fan since the first moment I saw them passing the ball down the field instead of the one guy giving the ball to the other guy and he just runs into the pile of guys in front of him, about 55 years ago. They knew how to play the game. Thank God for memories, it enables me to still be a Raiders fan. Reading about John Madden’s passing brought a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat. Madden era Raiders had the highest winning percentage of ALL professional sports teams.

What we’re thinking about is a peaceful planet. We’re not thinking about anything else. We’re not thinking about any kind of power. We’re not thinking about any kind of struggles. We’re not thing about revolution or war or any of that. That’s not what we want. Nobody wants to get hurt. Nobody wants to hurt anybody. We would all like to be able to live an uncluttered life. A simple life, a good life. And think about moving the whole human race ahead a step, or a few steps. Garcia

I feel so sorry for the band and crew at this point. We just can’t seem to shake this funk. Geez!, I thought I needed a show. Can you imagine how they must feel?

She’s where the space is. She’s in the middle of space.

Maybe you’ll find direction, around some corner, where it’s been waiting to meet you…..

I had the unfortunate trauma of going to quite a few shows in the late eighties, early nineties with a couple who kept a boat in the marina I used to run. They have been going to shows since ‘72. Anyway, she hated hell in a bucket and would vocalize this at the beginning of every show. If the band opened with it, she would bitch, moan and complain through out. A real Debbie Downer.

Anthem, in the back, right side of sound board, alongside Julie Andrews.

Bertha/Good Lovin’, any one, doesn’t matter.

Loose Lucy!

3/31/87, Jack Straw/ Franklin’s.