January 18, 1978
sound check: Iko Iko
Set List:Mississippi Half-Step
Me and My Uncle
Friend of the Devil
It's All Over Now
Playin' in the Band
Around and Around
Attendees of this show
My thirteenth Dead show. Spent the day in Bay Area taking girlfriend's girl friend from Philadelphia around Golden Gate Park, North Beach, and Muir woods in Marin County. Came back to Berkeley and drove alone in girlfriend's Dodge van in driving freezing rainstorm after dark for two hours to Stockton. So tired and afraid I'd fall asleep I'd roll window down throw left arm outside and let the rain and cold keep me awake. When arm got too cold I'd drag it back inside. Repeated this all the way to show. Rain pretty much stopped by showtime. Went in and danced on ground floor. For second set went up to balcony to see the show. Afterwards went around balcony collecting leftovers from balcony railings. Lasted me for weeks. Great show, by the way.
Had a friend who's brother was friends with someone with the band....? Andy Rifkin seems to ring a bell. I don't remember ther rain but we did arrive late. Talked our way in for the 2nd set. We entered through backstage but wouldn't let us stay. Saw Mickey as we were ushered into the house. Ended up about 10ft right in front of Jerry! I swear I could have reach out and touch him. Terripin wasn't doing it for me though. I was thinking they really don't have it tonight. Then Jerry cranked it on the main phrase halfway through and I was almost knocked off my feet. Great from then on. I wish I remembered more but I could say that about EVERY show I was every at.
art my 4th or 5th show?
Jerry sounded hoarse as his voice broke up on some of the high notes.I think that was why Bobby sang more in the second set.Somebody in the balcony would blow a whistle
during the high notes on stella blue to accentuate Jerry's
vocal anomally.Rude but funny. Anyone else remember this?
We got a kick out of seing the dead in a place like Stockton.
No matter, I was hooked by now.
16 year old runaway from North Cackalacky. Traveled to Stockton with my best friend and funaway partner's boyfriend. Bought two hits of *purple microdot* in line and shortly thereafter entered a whole new universe. We were veritable casualties.
Spent a very long time washing my hands in the bathroom. Memory is of people sitting and lying all over the floor.
Music was matter.
Gypsies, sorcerers, wizards, genies "from the north" were everywhere. I never wanted it to end.
Got busted arriving back in Berkeley about 4am by BPD and dragged into the station for being a runaway. Got put on a plane that afternoon by the BPD, still tripping balls, to fly back to the rage and wrath of my terribly worried family.
Best trip turned into bad trip.
I have never looked back.