Grateful Dead

This is the show where Bill Crooks took way too much liquid acid and had to be rescued from the UCLA Medical Center psych ward. I had overindulged myself and walked out of the show after a few songs, convinced the entire event was a gigantic satanic trap. After wandering around the UCLA campus for who knows how long I discovered that the gigantic satanic trap was in fact OUTSIDE the show, and I managed to talk my way back into the show.

Got this one up to rapidshare just for you. mp3 audio from Archive.org. Enjoy... http://rapidshare.com/files/306735781/gd731117-UCLA.part1.rar http://rapidshare.com/files/306908419/gd731117-UCLA.part2.rar His job is to shed light, not to master...

I'd just turned 17,got the 4th place in line into the venue. We camped/sat w/amazing people. I'd never seen or exp anything like this! I remember hanging onto the boards @stage in front of J then set2 went out into it. If I hadn't seen the scene, I don't know if I'd be who I am today; probably but from a different path. I'd seen nothing but Beverly Hills and had no idea what was out here. Profound! I'm so grateful to be who I am, as when I see my friends from then, I shudder to think who or where I'd be today. Love & compassion are necessity, not luxury.Without them we can't survive. "Dalai Lama"

This was my first show. I went by self and did not know what to expect. My mom droped me off. Although I was old enough to drive my mom didn't want me to drive. She must have none i woild be smoking or drinking. From the time I went in to the time a group of hippies pulled me into their little group. I never did find my seat.Nor did i want to. I danced with them for the whole show. I was wearing big and bulky boots witch made it hard to dace. One of the girls in the group talked me into taking them off. I did and danced my ass off. I never did find my boots. Went home with out them. That was the last time i wore boots to a show. Not because I was afrid to loose them again but because I knew I liked to be barefoot when i danced. The 79 show at UCLA was my first but not my last .

My first show also; probably got to go just because it was right by my house. Remember hanging out in line before the show, and running into some girls from grade school; my, they seemed so different that day! Still have my ticket; was something like $9.50...Had gone early, got to the floor and ended up about 3 persons back, right in front of Weir. Anytime I hear Jack Straw, it takes me back to that day and the music flowing over me. Was the first of so many, but that one was special.

saw the first show they played here... classic western first set, pyschedelic second set... remember a great Sugaree in the first set.