We always seemed to experience weird or unusual things on days of Dead concerts, and this occasion was a lovely example. I was about 4 months pregnant with my first child, and felt the baby move for the first time shortly before the show began! The delicate fluttering like a butterfly inside me continued during the show (and of course thereafter!) Quite memorable.

I guess I got a little too over-anxious at this, my first show, gobbling anything and everything of a hallucinogenic nature that was offered me. This unfortunately included WAY, WAY too many mushrooms at the break that caused everything after the start of "Playin" to be absent from the memory banks. Lots of other bad trip unpleasantness, but I'll spare the other details. The show sounds darn good on tape, though...

"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy."

seems that somewhere during playing in the band at this gig, i finally understood what the grateful dead were all about. the grand metaphor and all that. heady stuff for a 19 year old-- to be part of a continuum. the culture now seems mostly characterized by its disconnectedness. ahistorical. badly adrift.

Am I the only one for whom every single attendee at each one of his/her shows is listed as Jonathan Lane? Just wondering...