Grateful Dead

I remember while crossing at Figueroa Blvd, that the verdict was due. Here, the brutal assault of Reginal Denny was "ground zero" of the LA Riots on April 29, 1992. That was the night Jerry at the Warfield had announced at intermission that "looting and rioting" were happening on Market Street; and we should all stick together upon departure, after the show. Now, in LA. 20 months later, throngs of Deadheads gleefully descend on the South Central LA Sports Arena mostly unaware of the fact that yet another hot-button verdict is due to be announced at this very epicenter! This could trigger another rebellion! There was a tension in the air that was soothed by Deadhead grooviness dancing merrily in the season in the streets - In spite of the multitude of LA's finest police, the local fuzz seemed relieved. The warm Fuzz was genuinely grateful Deadheads are exactly the way we are whenever we come to town. Just the medicine, love and music needed to soothe the soul. The local color seemed to be reassured as well - on the streets. They appeared to be quite at ease with the Circus of Deadheads, hippies, and yuppies...and warm fuzzy. Smiles for miles and safety-in-numbers protects this urban scene. I had walked several blocks from the motel with all of my studio mics and recording gear - I felt safe where looting and mayhem's rebellion had sparked. I remember feeling part of the healing process for that LA trauma. The Grateful Dead, along with Branford Marsalis performed splendidly, as did the vibe of devoted SoCal heads who graciously hosted our stay in Los Angeles. It was a particularly memorable L.A. Grateful Dead experience!

definitive St. Stephen Tease with Bobby steering space there but to no avail as Jerry directs The Last Time to begin. SO CLOSE... never heard one live.