July 19, 1989
"Box Of Rain" appears on "Fallout From The Phil Zone"
Set List:Hell in a Bucket
Victim or the Crime
West L.A. Fadeaway
Box of Rain
Looks Like Rain
The Other One
Turn on Your Love Light
Attendees of this show
This three day run was a wonderful time and a very specail event for all of us who attended. However, this last night was the only Dead show I ever walked out of before it ended. It had rained literally all day and night long, and being in Wisconsin, even though it was summer, it was in the 40's and very windy, rainy and cold.Brrrrrr......
We were lucky, our seats all three nights were under the roof. This night, we went in the moment the gates opened to take advantage of the shelter. As we're walking down, some nice Miles Davis was coming out of the speakers. Up front, we realize that it's Jerry, all by himself, with his guitar set to sound like Miles.
These three shows were magical for me. We also had seats down under cover so the rain was a non-issue while the shows were on.
I can't remember anything sounding bad...what a place and what a band. Scene was much more laid back that the EAST COAST but still very rockin!!
This Alpine run especially the 19th were some of the best of 89' - that says alot in a very incredable year!!
Opening up w/ bucket then sugaree, amazing!
(one of my fav sugaree's)
Well played versions of, Mexicali Blues, Althea,
Victim or the Crime
An Epic ->West L.A
Wiht Row -> Deal (smokin') ending the set. Arguably one of the best first sets ever played!!
Second Set was the golden nugget for this show!
And awesome B.O.R which set the PERFECT setting for one of the best, if not THE best foolish heart the band ever played!! -> L.L.R
Ending this monster with other one-> wheel->DEW!!!
Never made it to this show but have seen it on DVD!!
This is one of my fav alltime dead shows -
Crazy heat the first day gave way to rainstorms that left the camping area a muddy mess. I'd lived in CA for several years, and during this run I saw fireflys(!!) for the first time since I'd left home (NY.)
oh we made it through the show and took off our muddy stuff and were wrapped up in our respective sleeping bags carlos the jackal and I in the back of Mr Marc's covered truck when, he started to drive off and the vehicle got stuck in the mud. I want to thank all the people who helped push us out cause there was no way I was getting out to help at that point...did I say I love those guys...
Fantastic show. I don't remember much because I had a sugar cube melt in my pocket after half a window pane was already in my system. I too got stuck in the mud and two smiles and four eyes surrounded by mud came out of the mirky night to push me back to the road. I still wish I could say thanks to those two. I was completely lost for the whole show. But it all came flooding back when I got ahold of a very high quality bootleg. I lost it last year in a fire along with another 200 or so. I just got Fallout from the Phil Zone and the Box of Rain brought tears to my eyes.
These were my first shows and, needless to say, it changed everthing when I got on the bus. In retrospect, I probably would have seen them play (I got an honorary GD degree during college), but the most of the shows I saw from '89-'91, during high school, rank among my favorites. But, these shows almost didn't happen.
I had just returned from six weeks of student exchange in Spain and was planning on going, with parents and friends, up to the Boundary Waters for a week of camping. We had been doing that trip, yearly, since I was about ten. It was becoming quite a tradition.
Well, thank god, there were a few things in favor of these shows. I had just seen my first live concert ever in Valencia, Spain @ the Plaza de Toros (think of a mini Roman Coliseum as to the architecture). I was not very familiar with "The Cure", but I was listening to "New Order" and "Dead or Alive", at the time, so I was familiar with British New Wave. Plus, there were a lot of girls who were going :D (c'mon, I was 16).
It turned out that the show was awesome. It made me understand the essence of the live performance. I was in line purchasing my tickets when a Spanish women came up and gave me an extra she had. "Sweet, a free ticket!?" (Unbeknownst to me- that would just be a prelude to the gratitude eminated at a Dead show). The show was "The Cure" on their 'Disintegration Tour" mixed with selections from, what I determined later was the "Staring at the Sea" singles.
When I got state-side, literally just off the plane from O'hare, I was sitting at home and my Dad said that a friend of mine stopped by and dropped off a card. There below the 'Welcome Back' card, on top of my bedroom desk, was "Skeleton's In The Closet" with a caveat written on the back saying, in so many words, "Listen to this 24/7until you're in the car on the 17th, and you'll be ready!" I returned from Spain on the 14th, so it was the wknd. before the midweek shows, from what I remember. So, I had some work to do.
Mind you, I had never heard a Grateful Dead song and I was the 'movie cliche'- Christian kid, football and summer-club soccer playin'/science team geek-jock. I had farsided glasses at 4 years old and played bass clarinet and had braces and had headgear at 10. Uggggrrrr... I could go on, but it's personally becoming painful- just kidding.
On the other hand, my 'going to be a senior' friend who left the card was someone I knew from 5th/6th grade football, "The Early Years" (part of my personal mini-series I'm pitching to FOX) Enough of the humor, I digress. My friend Chris went more the way of the smart/girl-magnet/stoner/who gave up sports for fine arts guy. To him, I was going to be 'enterainment' taking me to the shows. He had seen the '88 shows at Alpine, so I was getting a 'Dead Show Tour' from a seasoned veteran (in my eyes) and a friend.
It took a lot of "convincing of trust" coversations with my parents. They, at least, knew my friend well. Plus, I had to tell my other friends that I wasn't making it up to the Boundary Waters this year. That was going to be a little easier since my parents hadn't been involved with the trips. Gosh... when I look back I swear I was adopted.
In the end, they got rained on, most of the week, while camping up in the North Country. And, I tried someting new, changed my perception and was, in turn, changed forever. The experience taught me exactly what the lyrics and emotional play of the Grateful Dead expressed. The synergy of it was divinity anthropomorphized (and I use that word to avoid making any religious assumptions). These shows, and the summer of '89, represent the end-growth of my own personal tree trunk. It was the change in my life were I started growing branches.
The following year was the first time that I had to encounter death, and it happened on three different occasions within six months; it was a close friend, a family member and Brent.
My next shows were July 4th and 6th of '90 in Bonner Springs and Louisville. Afterward, I did the annual Boundary Waters Trip, saw the Northen Lights for the first time and then saw the two wknd. shows @ The World Music Theater on July 21st and 22nd. Times were a, definitely, changin'. Geez, those were the years we went from "Appetite for Destruction" to "Nevermind"
Nothing quite like high school summers!!
......And there were days I know when all we ever wanted was to learn and love and grow.
just incredible Morning dew could hear a pin drop at moments
Took my girl friend who is now my wife. She learned a lot about me at this show, not all positive in her mind. We are still together though.