Grateful Dead

It was billed as the Groovy UV show. A local fraternity house had a big sheet up that read, "DEADHEADS GO HOME". Funny guys. We went home - after rippin' that town up. Vermont is difinitely granola. The arena was a small basketball gym. Lots of fun. Dougles

The only show I ever snuck into- I had no ticket but went all the way up to Burlington anyway, since I had a friend living up there and could visit her. The college security weren't up to us dedicated deadheads. Someone opened a door and about a dozen of us rushed in through the lobby and into the gym. Made a sweet show even sweeter. xine

While this was an unusual show it ranks among my favorites. Not only because it was on my home turf, but because it was high energy and several times rose to the brink of disaster, but returned, just in time, to a controlled madness. Maybe you know was a bit of a clusterf*ck with everyone eventually leaving the stage and leaving Brent alone to flounder through, but the dew and the entire first set were all really fantastic! After the show we walked to our favorite bar and had cold brew and some food. It was slightly surreal after so many shows of getting back into the car and driving for hours or camping or heading to a hotel. My friend Keith was ticketless, but his twenty dollar bill allowed him entry. We still consider this to be one of the overlooked jewels of the Dead's solid run through the 80's. Maybe a Dick's Picks for the future.

One of the best shows I ever attended. Maybe because I was lucky to have a 1969 rambler station wagon and 5 dead heads from SUNY Albany (with an extra ticket) who needed a ride or was it because I was able to walk right to the front row center stage or was it because of those two rare set lists. But the Dew. Now that was special. Listen as the crowd reacts, it took us a while figure it out. But we did, and that was when the Dew was "THE DEW" (see also 9/2/80). Thanks Grandpa for that Rambler. mama tried

I do remember that Deadhead go Home sentiment and that Frat boys had purchased gobs of tickets with hopes of scalper riches. I also gained entry with a twenty but I had my girlfriend with me, so it was actually ten a piece. College shows are always best for hijinks and shennanigans.

This Scarlet Begonias is one of my all time favorites.

Of all the shows before and after, this is one of the favorites, I walked to the show as I was a student at UVM at the time. You needed a student ID to get in the ticket lottery. My girlfriend and I borrowed 4 IDs of non deadheads and with our 6 total IDs were able to score 12 tickets in the Lottery. Most ear marked, 1 for my Sweet cousin Patti who came from Syracuse and others for good friends. 3000 was the venue, the Dead always did better in smaller venues. This was so great, all my best buds were there, we danced right in front of the stage and had tons of room to spin! We were soaked with sweat. No security between us and the band. Amazing. Jerry was soo alive. It was our home show. Life just did not get better. I will never forget as long as I live.

I remember this show, and yes, I think we basically banged on the door, the college security guard was foolish enough to open it, and about of 20 of us rushed in, I think that went on all night, and this was in my memory, the smallest venue in my time anyway, about 1800 seats I heard, it was basically a college gym. do I remember correctly?

That for sure went on all night its the way I got in also. I think before the rush of 87 when shut out of a show we would have to sneak into lots of shows. Thats not break down doors or fences as became the scene much later on. Am sure many of you remember Mark Steve he was the master of distraction when it came to popping a door open. Not in a rough manner but more a way in . Am sure there will be those who read more into this then what it was. And to those soorrrrrrry it is what it is

My brother was graduating from UVM the same year I was graduating from high school in Burlington. His graduation present to me was a ticket to my first Dead show. I owe him a huge debt of gratitude for shaping the rest of my life with that one gesture.

My brother, who won tickets in the UVM lottery told me there were 3000 tickets sold for show. Still incredibly small, and I remember just walking up to the stage and dancing my ass off for the incredible Scarlet-Fire.

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