Grateful Dead

HF Picks Vol 1 - Fall '72, The Complete Recordings.

May the web server crash immediately upon the announcement!

Watching the game now too.. IPA in hand.

....and here we go!!
I smell a Tuch goal. For AJS's mom!

HERE HERE, HENDRIX FREAK.....I AGREE, WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

VGuy - About an hour to go now. You’re getting in the Zone. A little music, perhaps, while your thoughts percolate. You have shooed the little lady and the family out of the viewing area. Your Knights are here, the third round (some say the toughest round), and the only thing keeping them from the Run For The Roses - the FINAL - is the Habs, a team the Orcs would be if they could skate. Only the Habs (and their remarkable goalie Carey Price) are keeping you and the Golden Knights from vanquishing “the rest”, before getting to the Final. The Big One. The Stanley Cup.

You got this.

a low chant and slow clap going for that fall '72 box?

They've got plenty of good fall '72 tapes in the vault. Of course, the 2021 box is already being mixed and mastered and artwork proceeding furiously, while Dave keeps an admirably tight lid on the contents.

The only other era I can see getting the treatment is spring '69; plenty of available tapes (presumably, arrgghhh) for that era as well.

That is all.

I learned early on that alcohol is not my friend

alcohol + GD show for me: doesnotcomputedoesnotcomputedoesnotcompute

I have never passed out or vomited while green
I have never passed out or vomited while lysergic

I have never passed out, but got darn near close, with alcohol
I have VOMITED (oh yes, oh yes) with alcohol

Just saying: alcohol and I do not get along.

hot hot hot

a wonderful candidate for a Daves

oops, I jinxed it

I listened to the board of 6/13 last night and I really forgot how great a show it was. Now it was always a favorite of mine but the board tape second set really shines.

Jim I cant remember which day/night was so cold. I think it may have been friday because I was like we are in Southern California in June on the beach how can it be this cold. Of course, it really wasn't cold, it was the wind. I think highs all weekend were in the low to mid 70's but the dang wind was 25-30 miles an hour both Friday and Saturday. What the wind did was mess up a lot of tapes. Even on the first set board you can hear an up and down swishing noise. That is the wind blowing so hard, that even with their mouths directly on the microphones, the wind still played with their voice. And out front, it added to the psychedelic frenzy. One reviewer over at Archive says the tapes are not good enough for release, and it is primarily due to the wind. Now the second set where less singing and more jamming goodness happens, you do not hear that swirling noise because the wind only impacted the drums (mics) at that point. I had a blast last night reliving that day.

During Shakedown, we were taping FOB to the right of Healy. Always wanted to abide by the rules of not interfering with his line of sight. There were 4 of us in a circle. Shakedown pumpin, 2 joints and 2 pipes, all with different strands of weed. Hit, pass, hit, pass. All of a sudden slinking thru the crowd comes a real old hippie. I mean this guy was in his 70's (no offense to those that are 70). He was slinking to Shakedown and swimming thru the crowd when he spots our circle. He just jumps right in. He was smoking one of those huge (extra large) Sherlock Holmes (??) type of pipes. We all just hung there in space and time, hit, pass, hit pass. He had on a white t-shirt with I heart drugs on the front. I had on an all black taper shirt, so on the front left chest area was a reel to reel with mic stands. On the back was a big eagle wings again with the tape deck and mic stands, at the center. Written over the top was "Death before Dishonour" and below was "Drugs before Lunch." We never spoke a word, he just danced his way on out of the circle with a wink and a nod. We were in our early 20's and so it was kind of like a passing the torch moment.

Jim, I remember us writing about Ventura several years back as we both did the Ventura-Greek-Alpine trifecta. Talking about get back home and patch my bones, it was needed. Seems I remember a story about you having your favorite hippy car breaking down on that journey. I don't know how you did it. We spent 2 weeks in California that trip. Flew in to LAX, as Strider ( I think said), the Monday before the Friday Ventura show. Hung out in LA, then went to Ventura (actually stayed in Santa Barbara) before heading to the bay area for the Greek shows. After those shows we drove back to LA to fly back home. Stayed home 2 days before driving to Alpine Valley.

This was a very fruitful run as we (I) made friends with 5 tapers from San Diego, New York, Pittsburgh. We also made some other contacts that help us fund our fun times. Plane tickets hotels food tapes etc. You know, little shipping powders back and forth thing.

Speaking of passing out. There was a guy from the Navy there for his first Dead show. He was hammered as we were setting up the taping equipment. He ended up passing out just a few minutes before they hit the stage. Ends up throwing up, and then sleeping rolling around in a vomit/sand concaction for the whole show. Dead finish, we are packing up equipment, he comes to, pops up, and a couple of buddies find him and were asking him where he had been. We didn't tell them he was a pig in slop the whole day. However, they could tell by his clothes and his funk.

Nappy, I think it was your post about a bridge and one side cool and other side, not so much. I am having a hard time remembering that. We parked Friday and Sunday in the lot. And if I remember street parked a couple of blocks away on Saturday. Saturday is when we left after the show for a while and some drunk teenagers were walking in front of us. Horsing around but kept getting in our way. My brother is a pretty big guy. One of them pushed a friend into my brother. His sunglasses came off and went right under my brothers feet. Crunch. They were so young they just let it be and got out of our way.

Any way more on Ventura, next time we run this ground again.

Got to post this first as it was longer than expected, will come back and edit in a few...

OK did a little editing...

As all shows there is still a lot more to write.

I think maybe the second time there were Ventura shows we witnessed a perfect example of alcohol not going well with outdoor all day shenanigans...in line waiting for the gates to open we noticed one group of youngsters (we were already all in our mid 30's or so by then) getting pretty schonkered and especially one guy in particular who was already swaying to and fro...gates open, we go in and settle into are usual dead center 20 ft in front of the board location...running over to the restrooms for my pre-gig pee i saw a couple of the guys we had seen partying coming out of the head saying stuff to the effect "serves him right, screw him we told him..." etc...I went in and there was a small utility closet to the left of the entrance that had the door open and their friend was laying on the concrete passed out cold...during the show my friends and I would go to use the facility and everytime he was still there passed out but as the day went on he was covered little by little in garbage, by the end of the show he was totally covered with only a bit of his face showing...I saw one of his buds and he told me they had to go check on him from time to time to make sure he was ok and that the trash was the penalty for ruining the show for them...you crash, you burn as we always used to say...

6 14 69.

The Dead played at Monterey Performing Arts Center.

Bookended the show with LOVELIGHT.

PIG WAS ON!!! ...especially during the opener.

Enough said (aside from the setlist)

Love Light-> Me & My Uncle-> Doin' That Rag-> He Was A Friend Of Mine, Dire Wolf, Dark Star-> Saint Stephen-> The Eleven-> Turn On Your Love Light-> Drums-> Turn On Your Love Light