Grateful Dead

I was only 15 but it was a great show despite the weather and the venue being horrible. But I signed up for the Fan club there and it got me tickets 4th row at the Beacon so I'll always cherish the day.

Hey wasen't this the show that got rained out on Sat. the 3rd and rescheduled for the following Tuesday? I remmber I was bummed because one of my best friends, and the guy who turned me onto The Grateful Dead (Europe 72 album)had driven up from Virginia and it was to be the first show we attended together. Unfortunatley he had to return home Sunday. Sea Stones was soooo cool! Go Phil!

RAIN OR SHINE! RAIN OR SHINE! RAIN OR SHINE!I remember they brought out beach umbrellas on Saturday so the band could play. That is until it started thundering and lightning. It took about 3 hours for my fingers to unshrivel I was so wet. But we came back on Tuesday and had a great time. Wasn't this the "Wall of Sound" year?

I remember this one very well. I was married on Saturday August 3rd. The show was scheduled for the 1st. I went with a friend and it was eventually cancelled as mentioned above. They did have the beach umbreallas and stuff. I remember Phil saying / apologizing that we cannot play electric gutairs in the rain. The announcement was made that they would come back on Tuesday the 6th. I actually brought my new bride with me on that day.

We spent the enitre day at the stadium, got free tickets somehow and had a blast. The Wall of Sound was incredible.

Willybru If folks recall the first attempt at getting this show was rained out. A very tweaked and soaking wet young man had to explain to his parents why he was not at his best friend's home. And yes, the Wall was truly magnificent.

During their preview of the upcoming Grateful Dead Radio channel, Sirius played this show on the night of 8/6/2007, it's 33rd anniversary. You are quite correct, wharfratpete - this was the rescheduled show that was supposed to have taken place on Saturday, 8/3/74. And RZ12-4-71, you are right as well - the tickets did indeed say "RAIN OR SHINE"! To be honest, I remember very little about the show itself, but my memories of the rainout day are amazingly detailed. As I sat & listened to the show listed above, I began to compose a memoir of the day that it didn't happen. I suppose I might post it here when I finish it. It might be a while coming ... it's a LOOOOOONG story. Is there a limit to comment length??? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The simple fact that the "new right" has consistently been wrong does not mean that WRONG is the new RIGHT!

Don't sweat the length on my account anyway, mstaggerlee --people who go out of their way to moan about the word count of things posted by others in online environments aren't exactly spending their own spare time hard at work on a cure for the common cold themselves, and they pay good money to read much lengthier pieces in books, magazines and newspapers (and often so with absolutely no guarantees that they'll actually enjoy what they paid to read). And in any case, they're always free to stop reading what's in front of them at any time, the poor dears, so screw them --and b'sides, when it comes to living memories of this whole thing, we're all we've got. So I for one shall look forward to seeing what emerges, and I confess to some degree of curiosity with regard to how many posts it's going to require to get the whole thing up here (but promise to read them all)... ;)

I agree. I'd love to hear your tale of 8/6/74, mstaggerlee, having been there myself. I missed the SIRIUS broadcast, but I have a wonderful copy of the show in my collection. I wonder, do your memories include squeezing through the thong toward the stage in the rain. Coming to a large clearing in the crowd, where some poor soul was passed out, naked in a big puddle? I met a DH in mid 90's here in FLA., and we've since become very close friends. He related that story to me and we realized we had been at both the shows together, oh those many years ago! We both paused at the memory and wished the best outcome for our fallen, unknown friend. Silently acknowledging that, in those days, it could have just as easily been one of us in the puddle! (If you’re out there guy, let us know you made it!) Anyway, we made it to the stage, only to hear Phil’s apology, and make our way back to the parking lot and home. But I was back on Tuesday and doing the ole’ Grateful Dead aerobics! And all was right with the world again! Peace!

I turned 20 at this show (Jerry 31?)I remember the ticket cost $5.50! I also remember a fellow face down in a puddle as I went to the bathroom. I remember him because he was still there when we came back! tonn

I only got to hear part of the SIRIUS broadcast as work gets in the way sometimes. Wasn't that a glorious 9 days? I can't wait till they get the real channel up and running. I love that they played entire concerts 4 times a day. What memories! I am going to have to request my first show (12-4-71, in case you couldn't tell). Don't know how I missed the naked guy in the puddle. I must have passed him before he fell. I was so close to the stage that I didn't even get wet some of the time. One of the advantages of being a short female, you tall guys all blocked out the rain.

Yes. the famous rain delay show. The rainout was definitely my most meorable show. SO much happened that night. I was 19 and had fallen for one of my friends girlfriend. I sent her some roses the day of the show. "Somehow" the 2 of us got separated from the rest. We survived the first rain delay smoking pot with about a dozen people under a blanket. Of course NONE of us thought to look skyward before dosing. Then the sky clears & the umbrellas come out. We're stoked! Then the wind and more rain and some jerk throws a bottle at Bobby when he says the show is cancelled. We spent the next hour wondering back and forth the hallway of Roosevelt Stadium where our frined Mark coined the phrase "Where ever you go, it's easy to leave". I'm pretty sure this is the show where a group commandeered a mail truck! We listened to Europe on the long drive home and even though I'd heard it many times before, I was high enough that it actually felt like we were at the show. GOOD Times!

This was the re-scheduled show from the rainout. I was there and we were close to the stage. The Dead came out early and ripped into a great Bertha. This was the great "Wall of Sound" sound system. I don't think I have heard to this day, a better sound system. Not from the boys nor anyone else. Even close to the stage, you did't get blasted , there were no "ringing ears". Roosevelt Stadium was packed with over 80,000. It was a very warm, sunny day. I remember the sun setting during a great Jack Straw. Phenominal Eyes of the World. It was a three set show. At the end of the show fireworks lit up at the top of the stadium the bands names! I have seen a ton of shows and this was one of the best. It could be argued this was the best show of 74. I wish the entire show would be released as a Dick's Pick.

OHHH WELL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO WROTE EARLIER ON THIS THING-----WERE YOUNG AND NOT "FEELIN THE SPIRIT" ---AT THAT TIME-----WHO LOVES THE THUNDER--YA LUV THE THE RAIN...........

i was at that show great show but if i remeber jerry did not have a beard does any one know if he did

No place to post attending the rainout but this seems closest. The rainout would have been my first show. I was 17, just finished hi school and and was working in pennsylvania at a summer camp. I remember being awed by the scene: the decrepid stadium, experiencing a sea of deadheads for the first time, the "atmosphere," and the amazing wall of sound. Problem was I had no car but got a ride to the show from another guy . He was supposed to drive us back to pa after the show but he neglected to tell me he had either quit or gotten thrown out of the camp and basically said "see you later sucker." My dad drove me back to camp the next day but I could not get back to see t show. Bec of the deads hiatus and personal circunstance I ended up not seeing them for several years, I did manage to get front row seata for the jerry band in dc in 1975.

This was my first show, somehow I missed the one the year before. My Mom gave me a box of sticky buns from the bread man for the first attempt on 8/2 which was rained out. There was Phil apologizing while avoiding being hit by objects thrown at him. I guess the 60s were over. My memories of the 8/6 show are still clear, and it changed my life forever. The Wall of Sound was a monolithic wave of clarity and power. (or was that the acid?) After the first set my Dead mentor asked "What did you think?" and I was truly speechless (or was that the acid?) Either way, I still can quote the set list, and am proud to have it on CD from FLAC that my son helped me burn. the best, truly the best show ever.

This was indeed the show that had been rained out the week before. You didn't need a ticket to get in. It was a classic summer night with the sun golden as it set. When looking at the stage if you looked to the left you would see the Statue of Liberty. That was spectacular. You could tell the band was out to make up for the rain out the previous week. The met that objective. I was surprised when I first saw Jerry, he did not have a beard. It was the only time I ever saw him this way. This show had the wall of sound and not only was the sound impressive just looking at the system would blow your mind.

So I was 19 and working as a day camp counselor. I actually told the boss that I was going to a wedding on Tuesday, the day of the show, so I could take the day off. I spent the day down at Lavalette with an old high school friend who got the tickets to Roosevelt. I’m red haired and got a great sunburn. So a friend of a friend drove, and parked a mile or so from the stadium. He parked near his apartment. I left my purse and beach stuff in the car. I mean, who brings a purse to a concert like that. We walked the mile to the stadium and what a sea of humanity. We ended up standing elbow to elbow, around the second base area. I was enjoying the show, then Phil Lesh started some improvisational number, and the sunburn, claustrophobia, the strong weed were also doing a number. I remember the stage lost all color and everything was grey and black. It looked like a negative of a photo. After coming to, I remained sitting on the ground. I remember some friendly JC guys sitting next to me and we had a nice time talking while Phil did his gig. Before US Blues was played, all Bob Weir said was “something happened today”. Nixon had resigned that day. So the show was over and I’m thinking we’re walking back to the car we came in. Nope. Unbeknownst to me, the guy who owned that car left the show early because he had to get up early. But we had to walk back to that car because my stuff was in it. So we walk the mile to that car, and of course it’s locked. I don’t think anyone knew which apartment the guy lived in. Anyway, we’re standing around at 1:00 in the morning in Jersey City, trying to break into the car. A cop comes and tries to help us snake a wire through the window to jigger the manual lock up. Then some guy shows up, takes the wire from the cop and pulls the lock up with the wire in about 3 seconds and disappears. So I got my purse and beach stuff and then we walked a mile to someone else’s car and head up to Bergen County. I think I got home at 3:00 in the morning. I go to work the next day, sunburned and beat. I was the music counselor. They would have fired me if they’d had someone else to take it over. There must be 80,000 stories from that night.

…I was 9 months old.