No More Needs To Be Said

I was in college at this time so catching shows was very difficult. I hitched a ride with a friend going to the show and sans ticket quickly became depressed with the scene. Manhattan was just too big for this Maine boy to acclimate to so I wondered around dazed.
I bought a sheet of purple micro dot took a decent sized bite of it....Soon someone told me that you can get in the show by handing the ticket takers a twenty and a old ticket stub. This new idea finally grounded me and with a purpose I entered the building a obeyed instructions and got in. I was so stoked that I bragged to the person next to me that I got in for a twenty...she looked at me and said she got in for a dollar. Haa..... Needless to say the place was unbearibly packed the first set Masterpiece featured the only time I ever heard Bobby sing the line "Sail around the world in a dirty gondola...ohhh to be ...in the land of ...Coca...Cooollllaaaaaaaaaa. A beautiful Bird song really got to me. I felt that during the jam I could interpret Garcia's thoughts.. It was like he was describing this woman in glowing terms and talking about how she made him feel and then the conversation switched to him being frustrated with some part of the relationship and being at wits end. Amazing it was all there.
The weight was a cool way to open the second set with a nice NYC sing a long. During the Drumms>Space segment I had a unique experience no doubt induced by the microdot I ate combined with the music and that NYC energy. I remember sinking deep inside my self to the point where I was feeling my bones like I was inside the marrow looking out. I felt that I was time traveling back millions of years to dinosaur times and before. It felt like I had taped in to some genetic memory or something that linked the present with the past. I finnaly began to return during space and when I was coming back I felt completely renewed reborn to the point where I actually had the strongest desire to suck me thumb. Hows that for a born again experience. The post space Gimme some Lovin was a big downer for me since I was sorely missing Brent's organ. I guess the band agreed since they never played it again.