Grateful Dead

the show still sounded great

As spacebrother said we too took much time and effort to plan our 4th vacation to do Deercreek right.Having been there 3 years earlier on a five shows in seven days on a whim I knew how great the venue was,and looked forward to getting back to Glowood campground for the after show party ,"legendary" for sure which still ranks in our top five. Anyhow I get side tracked,back to my vent that i can do with your understanding .As i said we too mail orderd, first time effort with the coaching of a good friend.we did good landing tix for both nights . First night 3rd from last row not great but damn good for first time. Heres the kicker after the Bullshit Gatecrashers stormed the place I just knew therewould be no show tommorrow.After the band finished what I can't say was the finest i've seen but all the chaos it's hard to say ,we pulled our tix out and rambled down and down until sure enough there sat our seats 3 rows off stage straight in front of Jerry's mic.After 17 shows in 4 years my close encounter was dashed by 1000 IGNORANT BASTARDS ,curse you all even if it sets my karmic progression back. What you took from me was priceless.So as spacebrother so nicely said FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!!! Okay I've now through that out ther for first time thank all of you for your stories and I hope you enjoyed mine rock on and peace.Goodnight now

There were good things and bad things about this show.Of course the riot and the way cops m FBI and DEA acted were bad at the venue. my campground, Close by Campgroud was infiltrated for sure by morning. Cars here and there with government plates. Agents with new tye dyes and reeboks all through the camp. Especially up by the front barns. I didm't see anybody get arrested at our camp though. I camped by some people from upstate New York to my left and Janet with the Proud Mary Bus to ny right. Ever 13yr. I have drop out of touch with evryone there save for Elizabeth from Tennesee.. Close by Campgrounds let us stay the night of the cancelled show ples an extra day and night for free. The next day, July 3rd, one of my N.Y. camping neighbors gave me a signed letter from the band. She had a small stack of them. If you got a copy you know what it says. The band pretty much said if your gonna act like this and this shit is gonna happen then F*CK YOU! We won't play. The two best things that happened were the fact that I was gonna see another show, and, even though I was double dose tripping I ran into My friend Lisa from Canada and a couple of her friends just as Sheila and I decided where we were going to stand on the lawn. Behind and on the right of the tapers and their microphone stands. I had met Lisa, a very beautiful woman in '93 at Buckeye Lake music center. We tried to meet up at Buckeye in '94 but missed each other. This time we made sonewhat better plans but telephone communications would not go through to her cell in Indiana. It was a "Miracle" that we found each other, and so happy. Lisa now lives in New Denver, B.C. Canada and sells yumme soups. We are still in touch. :). I also met that one girl and her boyfriend at that time with her dogs. She was still runnim' 'round in her VW bus somewhere down South years later and some trolls raped and killed her. Police later found her van and dogs running around at that roadside rest along with her body floating in the pond. I hope they have caught thase guys a gave them life without parole! I found out from watching a Grateful Dead PBS special that night at home. At the specials end Bob Weir talked about what happened to her and asked for any help in finding the perpetraitors. When Jerry Passed away... I was working at the computer group at that time on days and did telemarketing part time evenings at that time. On the morning on August 9th, 1995 right before our first 15 minute break I was on a 3 1/2 inch labeling machine labelling windows '95. I look at the 100 disk count pile of boxeson my work desk that were being re-used. We did that there.Try to waste nothing. As I looked at the boxes my trippy weird thing that I often have happened. It's like a here's your sign. Half way down and in the middle of the pile, in a culmination of boxes, it looked like Jerry with a sad face. I felt that variable spiritual elelctric buzz all over me. Head and shoulders if it's good. Around my heart if it was something to fear and in my gut if it was sonething bad. It went to my gut. It was something bad. In a trance I said, "There'e something wrong with Jerry." My hipster co-worker beside me said, "What." I looked at him with a concerned expression and said, "There something wrong with Jerry Garcia." The supervisor yelled, "Break time." We went out to smoke. Near the end of the break a guy that was sitting in his car listening to the radio told me, Jerry Garcia was found dead today at a treatment center. What?! He repeated himself to me and I asked where. He said Serenity Knolls Treatment center in California. Denial tried to overcome me but the feeling I had before break was telling me he was right. I went back to work and my supervisor just came up and offered ne to go home. I was like, "I'm alright." He said "It's alright I'm looking for volunteers anyway". Were gonna have a slowdown and reset today." So I left and picked up a friend of mine Shawn that had been around with me and Sheila that year. We went to Mirror Lake on the O.S.U. campus. I stuffed the pourus rocks with several packs of Patchouli and Sandalwood incense. It permeated the park. We talked, partied and had drum circles well into the night. Jerry had went to the treatment center on the other side. Deercreek 1997 I went to my second Further Festival as well as my second show of the year. The Black Crowes were the guest band. I had returned to camp at close by campgrounds. After the show let out I went to a carryout to get some food and beer. I was travelling alone at that time. I copped some double dipped white outside the carryout. I took communion immediately. I almost got lost trying to find the campgrounds and was getting off fast. Finally I am parked in my camaro in my camping spot. I go over one row in fromt of me and start sucking down beers and balloons. Finally I have done enough balloons because I'm doing very colorful flip flops. Might of had sonething to do with the african yoke tye dye I had on? All the way to the bottom of the V on the shirt going above and below me?! I almost dom't know which end is up! All day in Indianapolis it had rained and stormed. Not at the venue and now not at the camp either. HUMID. Most of that day it looked like their was a protective dome of high white around us. I headed to the car to grab another beer. I popped the hatchback and as I did I heard a guy yell, "GOD I WISH IT WOULD RAIN!" I'm still trippin' balls and doing flip flops and immediately I say, "I AGREE, AND WHEREVER TWO ARE IN AGREEMENT GOD IS IN THE MIDST OF US!" As soon as I got the word us out of my mouth HUGE raindrops began to pour and it lasted like 20 minutes. You could hear people saying, "ALL SH*T." as they ran for cover. Later, after the rain had subsided. I was really trippin' hard. I started having this sacred feeling about where I was at, being it was the last time I had saw Jerry here on Earth. I looked out of the open drivers door of my camaro at Queen Annes Lace and saplings. Beyond there was big tree stumps and tree trunks lying in a row parallel to my car. An indigo stream of light hovered in front of them and above the grass. I looked toward the night sky and suddemly I seen a translucent golden bust of Jerry Garcia in the sky. A whoosh and a skeletal hand and arm came at me into my car. His voice said that you can do it. You can stay clean and sober. I know you can. It will happen for you. I came out of it with my right hand and arm above me as if I had shook the great skeletal hand of the arm that came into my car. It had had dark blue and black crinkled tye dye above and below the arm. the crinkle followed the hand and arm directionally, to me then away. Next was the Dr. Suess Cat in the Hat trip as I looked at the ceiling of the car. Colors came down the hat in thin strips and then they went up the brim. Morning came and I went to where I had camped in 1995. It was by the creek with a grove of trees following it on both sides. I felt the presence of God there. I said out loud, "How many chances and times do I have to get my life right. As if there were a giant face behind the trees I heard a voice calmly say. As many times and chances you need and then some. I teared up and cried. Wiping the tears away I realized I had just had a God experiance on L.S.D. One that I would never forget. Now I'm a Deadhead_Forever. Web Site: www.myspace.com/united_americans Contact Information: wile_e_kyot_genius@yahoo.com vincent1961@excite.com Vincent L. Huff Phone: 614-227-0367 398 South Grant Ave. Apt. 104 Columbus, OH. 43215-5565 U.S.A. I Could write some more but I am going stop for now. Copy right 02/11/2008 by Vincent L. Huff and www.dead.net