Took a young friend, Forrest, to see the Grateful Dead for his first & as it turned out, last time. Didn't usually leave during encores, but, did so this night, after the "Brokedown" began... Had an errie feeling as we walked out into the parking lot, listening to that song fading off into the depths of the building.

Nothing groundbreaking at these shows and the vibe was weird. Bums were prowling the lots, looking for booze and spare change (or were those the new generation of Heads? It was sometimes hard to tell the difference). Where the Nobody's Fault came from, I don't know. One cool thing at these shows was the production crew had been filming stuff in the lot and using the footage and images on the projection screen / backdrop during the show. I specifically remember the guy with the two foot tall, bright blue Mohawk, kind of neat to see him on the screen during the show. Really not much to brag about here, I just don't think that L.A. and the Dead really mesh all that well together.

After 30 years of fun I threw in the towel here as well. Didn't know for sure till later but I had that same feeling that I just did not like what had become. After the letters from Eileen and the gang as well as the band with warnings-I knew it was toast. The magic was just to hard to see.I couldn't see how we could continue with what was happening-a break/cooling down was needed but Jerry really took it to the extreme. God bless Phil and Bobby for trying to keep the lovelight shining. We still have a home. Peace. Thanks for the best of times GD.
Never had such a good time...........