I dont know whether memories are real or constructed, but when I listen to this show, I can hear and feel the playfulness of the band, and my unbridled astonishment, come down through the years. I turned to poor unfortunate Doug, sitting next to me with his DIY nitrous dispenser, and said to him Look, I know its night time, but doesnt it seem like its day time in here After I said that to him for the sixth or seventh time, he patiently said Just listen to the music play. By then I knew that the question about a Grateful Dead concert had forever changed for me, as Joanie Begonias always says, from Are we going to How are we getting there I was sitting behind the stage, and at some point in the Half Step coda Garcia crouched into a peeling run, and the crowd visibly rippled in response, as if it was a single organism.Īs I came to know, it was.) I remember Not Fade Away, particularly, as an unhurried, genuinely exploratory journey we all took together (this was before the time of the rote crowd participation in NFA).
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