Being a Deadhead is cool? When did this happen? Being a Deadhead has not been officially cool since approximately 1971.
1) How many shows did you see? Any favorites?
Around forty, if you count the Garcia Band, between 1978 and 1994. Prolly tilts 30+ Dead and a half-dozen or more Garcia. Things are a little hazy.
Best one was Binghamton, NY, Spring of 1980…my ONLY “China Cat/Rider” second set opener. And some tasty homemade White Barrel acid, courtesy of the Cornell University Chemistry Department.
2) Do you collect the tapes? How many do you have?
Sure. About fifty. Several complete shows, but I have many from a buddy in Berkeley who likes to “edit,” and doesn’t do a bad job of it. I haven’t bothered adding to the collection for several years, since the Dick’s Picks CD series began coming out regularly.
3) Any favorite songs?
Of the newer stuff (hah, 1980), “Althea” never fails to please. I also like Garcia/Hunter’s rewritten folk tune “Stagger Lee.” “Eyes of the World” is pure bliss. I loved “Row Jimmy” back in the mid-1980s when they threw in that Reggae-Boogie stop-shuffle during the closeout jam. Of the old classics, “Cold Rain and Snow”…which was nice for me, because it was their most-played tune over the years.
4) Any show memories?
My last show was in mid-October 1994, Madison Square Garden, ten months before Jerry’s passing. A very good one, too.
A Garcia Band show in December 1980, a couple weeks after John Lennon’s murder. His first tribute performance of “Dear Prudence.”
Going to the wrong damn show at Nassau Coliseum in the early 1990s…missing Branford Marsalis by one night. “There was this guy here last night with a clarinet or somethin’, man…” I hate Branford, but it would have been nice to hear 'em once with a horn in the mix.
Being “Stella Blooed” over and over. I’ve always dislike “Stella Blue,” and seemed to get it as a matter of course during the second set Jerry Ballad Time…so I turned it into a verb. (Also heard WAY too many “Playing in the Bands” as second set openers.)
Lessee…there was an earlier Garden show, late 1980s, I think, when I yelled “MIGHTY QUINN” just before the encore (I NEVER used to yell song titles, but I did this time for some reason) and by golly they swung right into “Quinn the Eskimo.” The guys ahead of me were QUITE impressed.