August 24, 1985
"Summit Conference" - final "Day Tripper"
Set List:Alabama Getaway
Greatest Story Ever Told
West L.A. Fadeaway
New Minglewood Blues
Friend of the Devil
Hell in a Bucket
Don't Ease Me In
Feel Like a Stranger
China Cat Sunflower
I Know You Rider
Around and Around
Turn on Your Love Light
Attendees of this show
I wasn't there but have the recordings. One thing I do notice about this show, is that despite the hell that was breaking loose onstage, Billy and Mickey were really pounding away!
Listen to Alabama>Greatest for example.
Usually when Deadheads declare a "great show" or a "bad show" they are usually referring to Garcia or Weir only. Nobody really mentions the drummers. From a drumming perspective, you have to give the Rhythm Devils credit, they were on fire at Boreal
I remember all of my friends and myslef thinking that was the worse show we had ever seen. At this point I hadn't seen a lot, maybe 5 shows before, but it was the first one we drove for 2 days to get to. And then there was only one show and we had to leave. I remember Phil telling saying something like "Hey Bucko, there's 30 thousand people waiting for you to climb down!" to the guy sitting cross legged on top of the ski lift pole. Bob kicked his rack so hard it rocked back and forth. Looked like the boys wanted to really rock but all the equipment problems took their toll and you could see the frustration.
That being said, calling it the worse show I have seen says a lot because it really wasn't so bad.
Flyin Eye of the Flyin Eye Project
aka Dr-Gonzo on Undernet & EFnet
I was living in San Jose with Cragin. One night we went to New George's in San Rafael to see Jorma and his latest project. That night Cragin met a pretty Dead Head lawyer, and he promised to take her to this show at Boreal Ridge. But Cragin already had a girlfriend, and really couldn't do it, so he gave me her number and I ended up seeing the show with her. Unfortunately, her name escapes me, but she'd been around the scene for some time and turned out to be a great companion to see a Dead show with, not the least of which had to do with the copious gossip she'd accumulated. A few things I recall from this show: The ground was so dry and dusty you couldn't dance. If you danced, the dust would rise up to your nostrils. We stood by the soundboard and I was impressed by how clean everything sounded. It was probably the clearest I'd heard to date. Also, the strongest substance I'd ingested the entire day was a bottle of Pepsi. What I heard was a kind of revelation. While many rate this show as being one of their worst, I heard some impeccable playing coming from the stage that day. It really drove home the fact that these were some serious musicians, and not just some pop stars. They may have been having difficulties, but they were pros through and through. I recall many magical musical moments, particularly the little improvised duet between Bob and Brent prior to drums. Brent was such an amazing player. It was really tragic he checked out so young. So, we didn't dance, we didn't get high, but we got an earful of some very fine music. Maybe being by the soundboard had a lot to do with that. The mix was perfect. It was beautful up there in the Sierras, but very dry and hot as many have noted. It was not a show were I felt a lot of personal comfort, but came away very satisfied on an intellectual level. The ride back down to Marin, and then San Jose, was very pleasant, however, being in the presence of the beautiful, friendly Dead Head lawyer from San Rafael.
All of my bay area friends and I refer to this show as "The Incident".Being from northern CA. we could go to 20 or 30 shows a year without driving more than an hour or two.I know, we were terribly spoiled,but this show was terrible.The worst I ever saw.The ride home ranks as the single most depressing drive I've ever taken.This is the only show I ever taped that I still don't have a copy of.I erased it.
it reminded me of pigpen...i guess i just like the culture too much...
keep your character, enjoy living, share your fortune,
OXOX Merple Reddin
Oxygen tanks on the stage!
Walking out of this show with my friends Richard Raffel and David Gans I handed David my soundboard master and said, "maybe you can put this in a Worst of The Grateful Dead show!" Richard was a little pissed because it was his birthday and I guess that I actually should have given the tapes to him...
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I was so excited for this show, the Boys in my backyard for a change - we waited for them for forever to hit the stage..shortly thereafter, Marcia would succumb.... I had to take her to Rock Medicine or Acid Rescue whatever - I was so bummed to be missing the show but you gotta take care of your friends. I don't think I ever got her to another show after this...Once she came down a little, we were able to go back out and catch the last set..
Alas, sometimes you just can't get a break, as other have previously stated this show never really jelled...All would be forgiven though later that fall at the excellent Oakland Kaiser run ...
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i remember that show mostly because in the evening after the show it got bitter cold in those mountains and all i had was shorts i froze my nards off
My friends, it was me who was sleeping. Heresy, I know. However, two days before, I was sleeping on the beach in Ensenada, Mexico. My buddy and I decided to hitchhike to the show. We slept in the cloverleaf of the highways near Modesto and barely rolled in as the concert started. I remember the guy climbing the chairlift, the nude chick going for the stage, and Bobby's drop kick. I don't recall much of the music. As we searched for a ride to San Francisco, we hooked up with two Scandinavian guys at their first concert. They were in the US for the summer and bought a used car for a couple of hundred dollars. As they lit up a joint in the front seat, the cigarette lighter ignited the dashboard on fire and we had to pull over to extinguish the flames. We did make it back to SF at breakfast time.