Hot Tuna was very hot. They played about 2 hours, from 10-midnight. By then I had completely forgotten about the Dead. Half an hour later I'd forgotten about Tuna. I think it was at this show that I saw I guy fall from the balcony and land pretty much unharmed, the right-side balcony as you look at the stage. And there was a dude who stripped down and danced across the stage, acting out playing a guitar (and pretty much in sync), right across in front of the band, from left to right, and then back across again before a behemoth bouncer pushed him off the stage into the crowd, from which he was exited the building. He was on fire. I think Weir or Lesh commented on the incident with a "How about that?" at the end of the tune. This was an archetypal Dead deal....not done until 5 a.m. Yip. Five hours straight, without any real break, of course, if you don't count the 2-5 minutes of tuning that went on at times. Ultimate satisfaction is my fond memory of that night. Great music, great vibes.

Jimmy Olson from Chicago, where are you? I went to a couple of Dead concerts with you and drifted east. And Steffan, you too. I am in Springfield, MO. Not too far from where a Dead=band holds 3-4 events a year near Eminence.

My buddy was dancing - two kind folks came by with a pipe that was at least 5 feet long - he took a hit, fell down, got right back up and kept dancing.
The trash cans filled with sipping liquid were passed around. What a night. . .