Loser
El Paso
They Love Each Other
Jack Straw
Deal
Lazy Lightnin'
Supplication
Brown Eyed Women
Mama Tried
Row Jimmy
Dancin' in the Streets
Scarlet Begonias
Fire on the Mountain
Estimated Prophet
St. Stephen
Not Fade Away
St. Stephen
Morning Dew
One More Saturday Night
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My first show
my first show too
My freshman year at CU and my second show
Great Show From a Great Year
snowed that day
The days of the whippets
Barton
Guh! Missed it...
I was at this show..many years ago :)
Cold Rain & Snow
now playing
Another Grateful Newbie
My brother got me a ticket!
Converted Dead and Grateful
Cornell Dead 30 years later
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin' in the Streets....
They didn't search anyone on
One of my favorites
THE Morning Dew
cold rain and snow
It was sweet !
Second show
Barton Hall, may 8th 1977
a CD??
Uhhm, GBread?
Brooklyn Heads On Tour
barton hall 1977
"FIRST ROW BUFFALO"!!!
Me and a couple of friends had been following the band on this tour since the Spectrum shows in Philadelphia. The night before this War Memorial show was in Barton Hall at Cornell, which was basically a glorified gymnasium. About the size of an indoor basketball court. No seating. After the show we went back to the rear entrance and waited for them to come out. A light snowfall was swirling around, big billowing flakes blazed like white fireflies as they caught the parking lot lights. Two black stretch limos were idling by the door. There weren't any other fans around, just some crew and university officials. The rear doors swung open and they all tumbled out. Each one of them was carrying a black attaché case. The band had been running their own label for awhile by now and we'd bought most of our tickets for this tour mail-order through the Grateful Dead office in San Francisco. These were not the custom made tickets that would be the norm about five years later. Scalping had already become a very real problem and Dead tickets were some of the earliest concerts targeted by those creeps. The band's initial response was to contract for blocks of tickets for each show they could get them for on a tour. My friends and I had all been on the Dead's mailing list for years at this point. Bulk ticket distributors seldom sold seats for the smaller, more obscure venues. The Dead office didn't mark up the prices either. None of us were speaking up as they exited so I did: “We've got first row for Buffalo tomorrow night!" I blurted out to none of them in particular as I held them up. “Oh yeah? Lemme see them" Phil said. I handed all four to him. Bill, Keith and Donna had gotten into one of the stretches and left. Looking them over, he asked: “Did you get these from our office?" “Yeah, we did. Mail order" I responded. Phil had handed a couple of them around to Jerry and Bob. Commenting to the others, Jerry remarked: “Well at least something's working" They all chuckled. I told them what a great show this night was and, for some reason repeated that the tickets that they were holding are for the first row in Buffalo tomorrow night. Bobby said: “Let me see all those" and he gathered them up. Jerry and Phil said goodbye and piled into the limo. Bobby slid in behind them, closed the door and they started to speed off, with our tickets! We ran after them yelling for them to stop. After a few yards, the limo stopped and the rear window dropped down as we caught up. We could hear them laughing riotously as Bobby's arm emerged holding the tickets, splayed out like a hand of cards. “See you tomorrow" he said though his laughter. When they took the stage on the next night at the War Memorial, Bobby and Jerry walked over to the lip of the stage, spotted us in our seats and waived.
Barton Hall
Maybe a little late here, but Barton hall was my second show. It was destiny, good friend of mine had extra tickets, and he gave 1 to me. I had no idea what I was walking into!! First set songs I did not know very well. Second set I'll never for get. I new scarlet Begonions, and they consumed my sole with the rest of that set. I did however know Saint Stephen, not fade way, and Morning Dew. Every I listen to this set they take to a different place eveytine!!!!!!!
Maybe a little late here, but Barton hall was my second show. It was destiny, good friend of mine had extra tickets, and he gave 1 to me. I had no idea what I was walking into!! First set songs I did not know very well. Second set I'll never for get. I new scarlet Begonions, and they consumed my sole with the rest of that set. I did however know Saint Stephen, not fade way, and Morning Dew. Every I listen to this set they take to a different place eveytine!!!!!!!
Me and a couple of friends had been following the band on this tour since the Spectrum shows in Philadelphia. The night before this War Memorial show was in Barton Hall at Cornell, which was basically a glorified gymnasium. About the size of an indoor basketball court. No seating. After the show we went back to the rear entrance and waited for them to come out. A light snowfall was swirling around, big billowing flakes blazed like white fireflies as they caught the parking lot lights. Two black stretch limos were idling by the door. There weren't any other fans around, just some crew and university officials. The rear doors swung open and they all tumbled out. Each one of them was carrying a black attaché case. The band had been running their own label for awhile by now and we'd bought most of our tickets for this tour mail-order through the Grateful Dead office in San Francisco. These were not the custom made tickets that would be the norm about five years later. Scalping had already become a very real problem and Dead tickets were some of the earliest concerts targeted by those creeps. The band's initial response was to contract for blocks of tickets for each show they could get them for on a tour. My friends and I had all been on the Dead's mailing list for years at this point. Bulk ticket distributors seldom sold seats for the smaller, more obscure venues. The Dead office didn't mark up the prices either. None of us were speaking up as they exited so I did: “We've got first row for Buffalo tomorrow night!" I blurted out to none of them in particular as I held them up. “Oh yeah? Lemme see them" Phil said. I handed all four to him. Bill, Keith and Donna had gotten into one of the stretches and left. Looking them over, he asked: “Did you get these from our office?" “Yeah, we did. Mail order" I responded. Phil had handed a couple of them around to Jerry and Bob. Commenting to the others, Jerry remarked: “Well at least something's working" They all chuckled. I told them what a great show this night was and, for some reason repeated that the tickets that they were holding are for the first row in Buffalo tomorrow night. Bobby said: “Let me see all those" and he gathered them up. Jerry and Phil said goodbye and piled into the limo. Bobby slid in behind them, closed the door and they started to speed off, with our tickets! We ran after them yelling for them to stop. After a few yards, the limo stopped and the rear window dropped down as we caught up. We could hear them laughing riotously as Bobby's arm emerged holding the tickets, splayed out like a hand of cards. “See you tomorrow" he said though his laughter. When they took the stage on the next night at the War Memorial, Bobby and Jerry walked over to the lip of the stage, spotted us in our seats and waived.