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- Post reply Log in to post comments228 repliesizzieJoined:Which would it have been? Most life-changing, for whatever reason.
- 7thWalkerJoined:I got into the Dead some…
I got into the Dead some time in1974 during high school. Unfortunately, growing up in KC I didn’t have much of a chance to see a show (they didn’t play KC between 1972 and the fall of 1977). Jerry played there in ‘76 but no GD. Finally got to a show in St. Louis, 5/15/77. I don’t know if I was expecting magic but I got it. Heard the first ever Passenger and the 1st Iko. At one point I tried to make my way from the nosebleeds to the floor. Working my way down, the crowd got thicker and thicker. About 5 rows from the floor I couldn’t get any further when I saw an empty seat to on the aisle to my left. I sat down and looked up into the face of a good friend from KC, there with a bunch of other folks I knew. I don’t know why the gods provided that space for me among a community I knew well, but it was only the first of many miraculous coincidences I experienced with the Dead.
- bluwtrsalJoined:First Show, forever smitten
Long ago and far away, I mentioned to my father that I thought I wanted to play banjo. He was horrified. Scandalized. Violin, yes. Piano, yes. Banjo!!? Over his dead body. After several months of begging, he decided if I wanted to play banjo so badly, he'd take me to see Kingston Trio, a respectable band with a respectable banjo player. He took me to his old stomping ground, the Tangent - more accurately the Top of the Tangent, where the Trio was scheduled to play. There was a FUBAR. Rather than Kingston Trio, some rag-tag, motley group in flat-top cuts was arguing over their play list, who was going to sing what, and even what key to play in. They were a scream! Dad was furious! They had kazoos!! What kind of band was this?? Still bantering among themselves, the drummer sat at his set, everyone else picked up his instrument and somehow a decision on what to play was made. My attention was immediately drawn to one guy, on a stool, kazoo in mouth and banjo! With his foot hooked in under the stool's rung, leaning back far enough to make one wonder how he didn't tip over, and laughing hard through the kazoo, he never missed a lick on that banjo. Not a note, not a string. It was bawdy and rowdy and I was smitten. It was all about the banjo. When I told Dad, "THAT'S how I want to play!" I thought he'd have a stroke.
Over the years, I'd run into these guys again and again, under different names, sometimes the banjo swapped out for the guitar, and once he played Happy Birthday to me on a mandolin, but the banjo was always the passion, and that first "show" remains the match and gas of the flame. The group was Mother McCree's Championship Jug Band.
I was an adult before I got my banjo, but the image of "that guy" kicked back on his stool, laughing through a kazoo and doing 120 MPH on the banjo never left - and I'm pretty sure Dad spins in his grave every time I pull my own banjo out to play. - iNoURdrJoined:Life Changing Show...
Hard to pick just one... 4/27/77 - wasn't there, but listened to the WNEW live radio broadcast on 102.7 FM as a precocious 16 year-old. Was really excited to get a listening preview of what I would be seeing in person in just a few days. That Capitol '77 show was the first time hearing 'California' (Estimated Prophet) and 'Inspiration' (Terrapin)... as we called the tunes at that time. (Very soulful & heart-felt Morning Dew on 4/27 too...) What a preview for my actual first show on 4/30/77...
Saturday night, last day of April - great show at the Palladium in the Village. Beauuuutiful Peggy-O... Scarlet>Fire>Good Lovin... St Stephen>NFA>Stella Blue>St Stephen... Terrapin encore...Need I say more?
Next up was Englishtown - MONUMENTALLY HISTORIC show! The Dead finally nailed the BIG ONE.
November 24, 1978 - scored an 'Invitation Only' Golden Ticket to see the band at the Capitol Theater in Passaic, NJ. Egypt slides on the video screens flanked the stage. Hamza el Din & Mickey front and center for the intro into Fire on the Mountain - mind blowing!... Felt like we were in the Dead's living room with their new Egyptian friends and they were sharing their summer vacation to the Pyramids with us... helped along with some consciousness enhancing vitamins that - coupled with the muse - made the old Capitol vibrate and shake with energy...
And, it went on and on from there... MSG 1979, three nights at Radio City 1980... Santa Clara 2015... Fare Thee Well!
- slingshotJoined:My first show...
1972. I left my job managing a large headshop in a poster and blacklight manufacturing company in
Houston to go hitch-hiking with a friend to Colorado and then out to Hermosa Beach, California. While
out in Hermosa Beach I got word that the Grateful Dead were playing at the Hollywood Bowl. I went to
my first Grateful Dead concert. I had been a fan since 1971 but my stereo got stolen and my "Dead" album
was on the turn table. I have never been able to find a video of that concert. Life-changing? You bet.
Their music and videos take me to a better place. - BT ProvidenceJoined:On the bus nearly 50 years
Ever since 1971 when I first heard Bertha and 3/28/73, I've been on the bus and never getting tired of it. All the energy combined to help produce our (with Barry Barnes) recent book: The Grateful Dead's 100 Essential Songs: The Music Never Stops. (We hope you'll like it.) Still listening to the Dead every day -- it never gets old.
- BT ProvidenceJoined:On the bus for almost 50 years
Since 3/28/73, it hasn't been the same. All these years the energy grew, culminating in the publishing of my co-authored book (with Barry Barnes): The Grateful Dead's 100 Essential Songs: The Music Never Stops. Still listening to the Dead just about every day -- it never gets old, at least not as old as I am. :-)
- Row-jimmyJoined:Sacramento... 1-17-78. It…
Sacramento... 1-17-78. It led me on the road to being a "born again x-tian" of all things. I had a home-made sign that said "Welcome to Sad Sac" They must have seen it. They did "Black Peter " that night. Could've sworn they did it just for me! It was psychic!
- Anonymous (not verified)Joined:Death don'tShoreline was always my favorite venue. The sun setting through the spinners, the vibe of the crowd, good sound.. and mostly because they always seemed to kill it there. September 29, 1989 was no exception. China rider into set 2 was sweet, terrapin into drums and space was crazy... but when Jerry dropped his glasses to the end of his nose, looked at Brent like a father about to give his boy a whoopin, then pushed them back up and started Death Don't... ho - ly - shit. I still get goosebumps. Leaving the show I remember the buzz - the simultaneous elation over the fact they just pulled one out they hadn't done in almost 20 years (giving credence to the hope they would someday do more than tease St. Stephen or others) and a sort of panic trying to figure out what it meant.. quickly overridden by the aforementioned elation. Brent was gone 6 months later.
- TurtlelipsJoined:Life changing showDidn’t see the Dead until 1972, so am a newbie. But my life changer was Fare Thee Well. Yeah, hokey, I know. Must have been half a million Deadheads in downtown Chicago. No, Jerry didn’t do the lead work, but they were back. The old and the young laughed and cried together. A five month old baby in headgear to protect his hearing, sat thru his first Dead concert, behind me. I felt in a very timeless place, watching a new birth. Love to all