Grateful Dead

after reading a few of these other comments, I figured why not add some more commentary since this is one of the shows that always sticks out, and not for good reasons. plus, it was my last time seeing jerry. i remember thinking the 95 summer itinerary looked odd and kinda short. the only real venue, as always, that looked enticing was deer creek. i grew up in indy, so it was always convenient to jet back and see the deer creek shows. first major red flag was traffic getting in. normally an hour to get to your seats. this time it was 2+ just to find a friggin' parking spot, which wasn't even in a normal lot but someone's yard parking. never had to do that before at deer creek. to complicate things even more, I get rear-ended midway through the traffic jam. always an extra bonus, as idiots are jeering at you as you exchange insurance info. the vibe wasn't exactly patchouli and roses. onto the show, it was definitely packed to the gills. but i did have a pavilion seat. so went directly to the pavilion which was much more relaxed. a respectable first set until the gate crash incident. what can you do but watch, there's an army of people between you and them. i do remember some people were cheering, but most were like WTF. let it grow was a pretty solid closer all things considered. setbreak. uneasiness, there was a helicopter flying around the venue. and the lights were on for along time after they started playing. can't remember if it was all set or not. new speedway, victim, all too much. yep, we get the point. but you have to give the band and crowd credit, by time attics rolled out of space, we were all in sync. and sugar magnolia / mighty quinn saw much happiness around. people chalked it up to just another wild dead show going back to the lot. what could tomorrow night possibly hold? not so quick: my friend calls the next morning to tell me night 2 is canceled. the proverbial s-sandwich was served. pretty sad ending to a venue with excellent acoustics that hosted many a great dead show. granted, it still can't overshadow all the great times I've had at deer creek but it always makes me cringe thinking about 7/2/05.

Being a fellow Ohio native, this was to be my first show, or hoped it would have been. I was 15 years old, just recovering from a broken leg. Long Story short, I should have gone, but couldn't swing it with the leg and all. Needless to say, I woke up one morning in August, to hear the news. I never got to see my beloved Dead preform with the grand 'ol master himself. It still hurts, really. I'm 28 now, and have made up for it since, thanks Bobby, Phil, Billy, Mickey and friends!

I was at the show and had only tickets for the second night!! I was standing by will call looking to buy a ticket when the gates got crashed. A man name John just had picked up two tickets from will call and decided to be a saint and give me one. Getting a miracle at this show meant something more to me. I had always loved the scene at shows but it just seemed that the younger generation were more into the party than the show, which was evident at Deer Creek and again at River Port. This was not the first time the gates were crashed that year. The first night at Memphis they also tried to crash the gates, but to no avail!!! It was a shame to see the kindness disappear amist the young kids on tour. It was def. a long stange trip and one I will never forget despite the tragedy and drama at the end of 95.