Man, what great memories. What any of us wouldn’t do to see even a “bad” show again…
After both of Jerry’s little episodes, I decided then and there that I would go to as many shows as I possibly could, 'cause you just never know when you might be seeing your last. Of course I’m sad that the ride came to an end, but I am so glad I went to as many shows as I did. Sure, there were some sub-par performances, but to be able to catch those shows that were just stellar was a bonus beyond belief. Hey, anybody manage to save all, or most of their stubs? I’m missing a few ("Hey man, is this your real seat? Cool. Can I borrow your stub? I promise, I’ll be right back…)
I loved those mail order tickets. Hell, I loved mail order! What a concept. Dial…“Thank you for calling the Official West Coast Mail Order Hotline…”. Dial a few days later…BUSY-BUSY-BUSY. Shit! New message! Frantic speed dialing, sometimes for HOURS! I found the SF number to be updated quicker than the NJ line (wasn’t it 201-something TOKE?)
Some more notables:
Jerry and Phil switching sides, sometime in '79 if I remember correctly
Watching Jerry go from black hair to gray, from thin to heavy
Seeing a ripped Brent wail on Dear Mr. Fantasy and Never Trust a Woman
After a Bobby show at the Ritz in NYC, walking down the side street about 1/2 hour later and almost walking into him as he left the side stage door.
2 hours before a Ratdog show at 5 Points in Birmingham, seeing Weir, Wasserman, and Kelly walking down the street with guitars in hand. They were walking away from the hall, maybe heading for someone’s house or something.
The stark contrast at MSG shows between hipped-out, hopped-up Heads and Manhattan businesspeople. The sweet aroma of street corner pretzels mixed with Killer Kind.