I was 17, and yes, I was one of those annoying 'Touchheads' that came to see the band I'd heard on the radio. Had alot of fun, enjoyed the show and wanted to come back for more. I regret that I had not been born a little earlier, so I could have seen them in their prime-listening to recordings of the band, it seems like they started to ebb around 1985-1986 or so. I nonetheless remember this show as being particularly good. The music was great, the crowd was even more fun to be a part of, and the general vibe was better than anything I've experienced at other concert settings.

dgiles yup there was alot of rain and rfk served lots of beers .and i picked up my friend anne hitch hiking after the show ,try to get back to harvard sq. she drove and went the wrong way to va. but we all made it back home , fine. R.I.P. ANNE HIGHAM best ride upm the east coast ever, wish you were still here.

I rode up to this show from NC on my motorcycle. It was raining the whole way up. I spent the day wandering around the capitol, talked to a congressman, and just took in the sites of dc. Then I headed over to the stadium. On the way in, someone hooked me up with some orange sunshine. I bought a Sammy Smith's Oatmeal stout, and proceeded to wander and people watch. It was SO hot, and I was overdressed, so I was pretty uncomfortable, but having a good time anyway.

I remember Edie being REALLY high, and that going along with my mood. I also remember wishing it'd rain again, so that I could cool off. Boy did I get that wish. The show opened with Good Times and Feel like a stranger, and I knew then we were going to have a crazy show.

Got my first dark star that night (my first show was a spectrum show in '88, and I was in basic training for the warlocks shows). I remember being ecstatic after the show, and running across people who had hated it. I couldn't relate to that emotion at all. Anyway, I then headed back to my bike, but was in no shape to ride, so I hung out most of the night in a bus shelter. That show was when I went from being a fan of the grateful dead to a deadhead, I think.

I was in Baltimore for my future brother in law's wedding. Kinda bummed I was gonna miss the boys up in Foxboro, MA. Driving from the airport, an ad came on for The Dead at RFK the night before the wedding.
It was hot! We only had jeans, and bought ourselves these really comfortable natural dyed shorts from a vendor.
Edie Brickell finished up a descent set. The crowd dripping with sweat. Some dude was parading around with a flag that had the date of the last Dark Star. It was still light out, but dark clouds moved in fast. Jerry and the boys walk on stage at the same time a crack of lightning and a booming thunder. The crowd went crazy. It started pouring. It wasn't long before the field became this huge muddy slip and slide. The rain also caused the dye from our new shorts to run. My legs were black and my future brides were green.