This was, contrary to other's memories, a very good show, and in the lot people were saying best show in a year and a half. The sound was good, and we didn't freak out on weird drugs. The lot was fun, with no scary vibes at all, but then we had good vibes (and it helps to be a black belt/kick boxer) 'cause if it does get odd, I tend to laugh at it (or kick his feet out from under the idiot before he can blink). Of course Dead shows were never violent for me, only one idiot in decades of shows and if I'd yelled boo he'd have probably shit his pants.

Sadly, my last GD show. Sadder still, the first show I ever walked out on after 50 shows. Maybe I was burnt (literally AND figuratively) from the wretched LV sun and 3 days of partying...
but I distinctly felt a lack of passion in Jerry's playing. He walked offstage early, while the boys were still jamming before Drums, leaving an interesting 5-piece jam that soon petered out. I hung for a little bit of drums, then split and hung in the lot (parked next to an N2O dealer) before leaving. Sorry it didn't end happier, but then again after 7 years of stellar shows and beautiful times I cannot complain. After all, the GD were entitled to a not-so-great show, my last concert or not!

What a long strange trip it's been. Plain and simple. 33 shows, I am a changed woman for life. I miss you Jerry!!!! HUGS

So Many Roads. I was front row, completely sober, and moved to tears in the final verses. For me it was Jerry's goodbye. I saw every show of that tour and despite some rockin space jams in Seattle with that alien pedal Jerry picked up for the tour, for me it peaked in this one song. It's certainly not the tightest version but it was as heartfelt and emotional as you'll hear Jerry in his last few years. He knew it was the end.

Most of the Portland and Shoreline were sleepers and the latter was marred by more fencejumpers and Bobby getting pissed. I also had a concussion from falling down some stairs so perhaps that had some influence on my disillusionment as the tour wore one but my memories of '95 always take me back to Vegas.

And most of the commenters are right in that it wasn't a great show by any means. But it sure had it's moments. And goddamn I miss those...

Thanks Jer.

I remember the big pita fight in front of the stage before the show, and some guy got whipped on the side of his face. We about died laughing cuz he looked like he was in mid-sentence when he got hit. Of course he wasn't mad, he had a smile on his face after it happened.....it wasn't a painful fight, it was just fun.