Set List:
Jack StrawLoser
Beat it on Down the Line
Peggy-O
It's All Over Now
China Cat Sunflower
I Know You Rider
From the Heart of Me
New Minglewood Blues
Deal
I Need a Miracle
Bertha
Good Lovin'
Ship of Fools
Estimated Prophet
Eyes of the World
drums
Not Fade Away
Black Peter
Around and Around
Johnny B. Goode
Comments
Are there recordings of this show?
I've looked for years... and can find not the faintest suggestion of a tape of this show; indeed, I've found references to the show which state there are no recordings.
It wasn't an extraordinary show, as I recall it, but I'd love to hear it again to see if my refined sensibilities give me a new outlook on the show.
Thanks.
My very first show!
A rare show for sure! Myself and six friends drove in a blizzard of a snow storm from Ft Smith Arkansas to Tulsa Ok for my very first...and most of my fellow attendees...first show ever. The show, as I remember it was pretty lame, actually. Due to the weather, the attendance was really sparse, and I don't remember seeing even one dose or dancer the enitre show. Luckily, the following year, a number of these same friends took me to a show in Kansas City, Mo. where we ran into some Heads from NYC that we picked up hitchhiking. They had some green windowpane and the rest is hsitory. This night, though not one of the better Dead shows of my "career", was a turning point in my life that I will always remember. I, too have been looking for a tape of this show ever since, with absolutlely no luck whatsoever. Anybody else out there remeber this show?????
Tulsa 79
Sadly, I've discovered no tapes of this show, as well.
The perception of quality is subjective, so for me this show was absolute magic. It burned a poignant, permanent imprint of Peggy-O into my psyche. I can't hear that song to this day without wanting to cry. The concrete and metal bleachers under the domed metal roof of that agriculturally decorated art deco arena created a waveform that contained hotspots one of which I was happy to be stuck right in the middle of. My memory is of a syncopated, rhythmic jack-hammer madly beating the inside of a giant tin bucket stuck over my head, but in a musical way. At this show I internalized with complete understanding the concept, "the faster you go, the rounder you get."
They don't make em like this any more.