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Touch Of Gray, Greatest Story Ever Told, Mississippi Half Step, Wang Dang Doodle, Peggy-O, Black Throated Wind, Iko Iko, Cassidy, Don't Ease Me In Eyes Of The World, Picasso Moon, Crazy Fingers, Saint Of Circumstance-> Drums-> Jam*-> I Need A Miracle-> Wharf Rat-> Throwing Stones-> Not Fade Away, E: Box Of Rain
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Reviewer:
Mind Wondrin
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August 5, 2020 (edited)
Subject: Through the courtesy of my two feet
Known for the Eyes and the Wharf, this is part of a month of fine shows that includes 6/22 Chicago, 6/25 KC, and the great 6/9 Buckeye. It's not ... quite up to those overall, but it has a fine second set. It was weird to go to Denver for a single show - especially one this size [largest venue they ever played in Colo; last single show was in '77]. Summers in Colo no longer meant Red Rocks, and this was 8x that size. Perhaps the worst venue in which I saw them, my stub says Row 15; and I remember walking in from the back and being stopped on the way twice by acquaintances who seemed way back, yet our "better" seats in the first section would've been equivalent to halfway up at Red Rocks. There were people in the upper stands too, though not so much at the back - they didn't sell out all 75k tix.
It was a fun night out, but there was a small percentage of Heads and no real scene, and no shakedown street in the lots (police were making a big deal, at this point in the post-Nancy/H.W. years, of presence in the parking lots, swarming for dog infractions...or any). I was brought by a virgin, who had heard about our experiences for years, and I was dissatisfied that he did not get the full experience, outside or in. I was running late and had to to fly on a one-way from KC - with my arm in a cast - to get the guy and drive to Denver. There was no mail order because the show had been added after the tour had been printed up. It was announced and immediately sold locally, in late April, scattering tour Heads by any available tix.
Santana was in fine form and his band was hot. He was on his 25th Anniversary Celebration Tour, which had come from Ciudad México. At customs in Houston the day before, Carlos got nicked for "one tiny, little joint that was about the size of a toothpick.” They charged him with 5 grams (the era where they weighed the pipe, etc.). He was processed quickly though, making Denver the same night. "After they released me, I went to play with the Grateful Dead. Everybody in the Dead looked at me, like, hey, I had just joined the club. I started laughing. The Grateful Dead have always been like that with me. They believed in me before I believed in myself". Time has been progressive: today he has his own cannabis brand.
Seems like it was a dark show - big-screen visuals but not a lot of bright house lights. It was also the first show where I noticed a slightly darker vibe - perhaps a better adjective would be boorish, with an unusual amount of drunks interspersed with the tie-dyed & pie-eyed. (BTW - per the myth of loading Super Soakers with thousands of doses - it doesn't work that way and would have been wasteful). It was a long night only because Santana took their time coming out, as did the Dead, and then the set break was too long. But then came a nearly two hour second set.
After this show: an intervention was staged and Jer did a rehab attempt. The JGB cancelled 3 July dates (including Telluride). That probably put him in better health for CalExpo & Shoreline, but feeling jangled [part of the reason for addiction is the long period of feeling frazzled and unable to complete obligations, whereas before it only took the next dose to cope forward].
After this show: I only did runs or single shows, no tours or tour segments; and no more stadia. What was really kew-el: I got a SBD of this show in the mail from a guy that just assumed I had gone to the show, and he just wanted, in return, any show not on his tapelist (I see you got your list out)!
First Set. The mix improves through the first few songs, as Healy slowly puts Bobby's guitar back in. Half-Step is a bit uptempo, and Wang Dang is concise; no fireworks, but the first solid song. Try the AUD here, because the piano-solo-center is mixed-out on the SBD. Black Throated was a welcome rarity for us 80s-gen Heads, but Iko Iko is the best group effort so far. Phil is the prime mover for Cassidy. In Dough Knees, Bruce gives enough to leave 'em happy for the break (the AUD better exhibits the playing).
Second Set. Entertainingly, Jer comes back très prêt à jouer. This is a fine Eyes that holds up to repeats. You can hear Jer increasingly warming up, and then it goes places in the second half. Picasso is solid enough, for a Picasso, but the end jam into Crazy Fingers is great. It was better in person, as played for the bright, rising, picasso moon. The next few are average, but the second half of Space is the worst I ever witnessed - in an era where they had become spectacles. Unorthodoxically, it was all about the visuals. That's fixed tout de suite with a cooking Miracle. Tight, the end jam is again great (and the AUD again more representative). This solid Wharf is oft-noted because it has a brief (~45sec) Dark Star tease @8:05. It's pretty much Jer's deal, since nobody follows, other than supporting his quote. It's great fun and was exciting in person - kept us guessing! The AUD's better here, too. Bobby takes a conversational tack for a quieted Throwing Stones, but the playing is good. Not Fade is completely solid and surely opened the bus door for many now-clapping newbies. Phil serves the encore above the usual.
1st Set: C
2nd Set: B
Overall = 3½ stars
Highlights:
Eyes of the World - comes as surprise, goes places
I Need a Miracle - tight, then end jam great
Wharf Rat - even when you know what's coming
SOURCES: The best AUD (GEMS_96359) surpasses the SBD mix in some places, with more details. A MTX might really bring this show forward. The miller_11706 is the
most dynamic SBD.
Subject: Through the courtesy of my two feet
Known for the Eyes and the Wharf, this is part of a month of fine shows that includes 6/22 Chicago, 6/25 KC, and the great 6/9 Buckeye. It's not ... quite up to those overall, but it has a fine second set. It was weird to go to Denver for a single show - especially one this size [largest venue they ever played in Colo; last single show was in '77]. Summers in Colo no longer meant Red Rocks, and this was 8x that size. Perhaps the worst venue in which I saw them, my stub says Row 15; and I remember walking in from the back and being stopped on the way twice by acquaintances who seemed way back, yet our "better" seats in the first section would've been equivalent to halfway up at Red Rocks. There were people in the upper stands too, though not so much at the back - they didn't sell out all 75k tix.
It was a fun night out, but there was a small percentage of Heads and no real scene, and no shakedown street in the lots (police were making a big deal, at this point in the post-Nancy/H.W. years, of presence in the parking lots, swarming for dog infractions...or any). I was brought by a virgin, who had heard about our experiences for years, and I was dissatisfied that he did not get the full experience, outside or in. I was running late and had to to fly on a one-way from KC - with my arm in a cast - to get the guy and drive to Denver. There was no mail order because the show had been added after the tour had been printed up. It was announced and immediately sold locally, in late April, scattering tour Heads by any available tix.
Santana was in fine form and his band was hot. He was on his 25th Anniversary Celebration Tour, which had come from Ciudad México. At customs in Houston the day before, Carlos got nicked for "one tiny, little joint that was about the size of a toothpick.” They charged him with 5 grams (the era where they weighed the pipe, etc.). He was processed quickly though, making Denver the same night. "After they released me, I went to play with the Grateful Dead. Everybody in the Dead looked at me, like, hey, I had just joined the club. I started laughing. The Grateful Dead have always been like that with me. They believed in me before I believed in myself". Time has been progressive: today he has his own cannabis brand.
Seems like it was a dark show - big-screen visuals but not a lot of bright house lights. It was also the first show where I noticed a slightly darker vibe - perhaps a better adjective would be boorish, with an unusual amount of drunks interspersed with the tie-dyed & pie-eyed. (BTW - per the myth of loading Super Soakers with thousands of doses - it doesn't work that way and would have been wasteful). It was a long night only because Santana took their time coming out, as did the Dead, and then the set break was too long. But then came a nearly two hour second set.
After this show: an intervention was staged and Jer did a rehab attempt. The JGB cancelled 3 July dates (including Telluride). That probably put him in better health for CalExpo & Shoreline, but feeling jangled [part of the reason for addiction is the long period of feeling frazzled and unable to complete obligations, whereas before it only took the next dose to cope forward].
After this show: I only did runs or single shows, no tours or tour segments; and no more stadia. What was really kew-el: I got a SBD of this show in the mail from a guy that just assumed I had gone to the show, and he just wanted, in return, any show not on his tapelist (I see you got your list out)!
First Set. The mix improves through the first few songs, as Healy slowly puts Bobby's guitar back in. Half-Step is a bit uptempo, and Wang Dang is concise; no fireworks, but the first solid song. Try the AUD here, because the piano-solo-center is mixed-out on the SBD. Black Throated was a welcome rarity for us 80s-gen Heads, but Iko Iko is the best group effort so far. Phil is the prime mover for Cassidy. In Dough Knees, Bruce gives enough to leave 'em happy for the break (the AUD better exhibits the playing).
Second Set. Entertainingly, Jer comes back très prêt à jouer. This is a fine Eyes that holds up to repeats. You can hear Jer increasingly warming up, and then it goes places in the second half. Picasso is solid enough, for a Picasso, but the end jam into Crazy Fingers is great. It was better in person, as played for the bright, rising, picasso moon. The next few are average, but the second half of Space is the worst I ever witnessed - in an era where they had become spectacles. Unorthodoxically, it was all about the visuals. That's fixed tout de suite with a cooking Miracle. Tight, the end jam is again great (and the AUD again more representative). This solid Wharf is oft-noted because it has a brief (~45sec) Dark Star tease @8:05. It's pretty much Jer's deal, since nobody follows, other than supporting his quote. It's great fun and was exciting in person - kept us guessing! The AUD's better here, too. Bobby takes a conversational tack for a quieted Throwing Stones, but the playing is good. Not Fade is completely solid and surely opened the bus door for many now-clapping newbies. Phil serves the encore above the usual.
1st Set: C
2nd Set: B
Overall = 3½ stars
Highlights:
Eyes of the World - comes as surprise, goes places
I Need a Miracle - tight, then end jam great
Wharf Rat - even when you know what's coming
SOURCES: The best AUD (GEMS_96359) surpasses the SBD mix in some places, with more details. A MTX might really bring this show forward. The miller_11706 is the
most dynamic SBD.
Reviewer:
Yades
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June 28, 2013
Subject: Pretty good for it's time
Subject: Pretty good for it's time
Good shows were few and far between after 1990, so I would say this show was pretty good for it's time. No Jerry turning down his amp way down and wandering
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off into the weeds while the rest of the band is wondering wtf to do.
Reviewer:
Dylan M
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May 9, 2011
Subject: Not as good as McNichols 1990
Subject: Not as good as McNichols 1990
But then again, that was one of the strongest runs of the 1990s for the Dead.
Not that the show is bad, its actually quite an ambitious set list with ... proficient execution. I feel that set 2 could have benefited with another jammer pre-drums rather than some first set Bobby tunes. No huge fowl though. Just medium energy though, nothing spectacular. But much better than most that would come after it (with exceptions like certain 91' MSG, BG, or Spectrum shows).
Dark Star teases in Wharf Rat are nice, but why not just go for a full Dark Star? Even an eight minute one??? I Think Bruce and Jer were dicking around but Bob wanted to move onto Throwing Stones (per setlist.)
Either way, great sounding transfer. Thanks.
5 for sound
3 for playing
A strong 4. Worth the download
Not that the show is bad, its actually quite an ambitious set list with ... proficient execution. I feel that set 2 could have benefited with another jammer pre-drums rather than some first set Bobby tunes. No huge fowl though. Just medium energy though, nothing spectacular. But much better than most that would come after it (with exceptions like certain 91' MSG, BG, or Spectrum shows).
Dark Star teases in Wharf Rat are nice, but why not just go for a full Dark Star? Even an eight minute one??? I Think Bruce and Jer were dicking around but Bob wanted to move onto Throwing Stones (per setlist.)
Either way, great sounding transfer. Thanks.
5 for sound
3 for playing
A strong 4. Worth the download
Reviewer:
liverpaw
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April 26, 2011 (edited)
Subject: mile high
Subject: mile high
my first show ever santana and the dead cmon i was a mile high and still am when i hear it best first show you could ever hope for
Reviewer:
njpg
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February 12, 2011
Subject: True deadhead adventure
Subject: True deadhead adventure
This is my first review. It was not my first show; more like my eighteenth or twenty-first, depending... But I remember it because it was one of the most
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intense personal trips of my life, and it seems like a few other people had similar experiences.
First: the music. Not bad. C+, and that's coming from one of us rare, few heads who went to Dead shows TO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC. At least Santana didn't kick the Dead's ass like they had at the Tacoma Dome in '88. My first Black-Throated, and I remember standing there in like the 20th row, kind of interested, and thinking "Hmm, what an odd song this is." Not my first Saint, but the first one I remembered hearing, and I enjoyed hearing it. Like many reviewers here, I remember the Picasso too. Musically, that song is actually pretty rippin'. I think it's just not supposed to be cool to like Bobby's stuff. Anyway, in general, nothing special.
The LSD, however, was really freakin' good. I usually went to shows pretty deliberately: tickets beforehand, always with friends, always knew where I'd be staying, no screwing around with uncertainty about the whole food, clothes and shelter thing. This show, on the other hand, was a real off-the-cuff job. I didn't even know the Dead were playing Mile High until I met some heads who told me so on the way to a flight connection the day before at Denver airport. They were staying with some friends of theirs in Boulder, and so I arrived in Denver, set my return trip to Oregon back a day, and went there with them. Nice kids, mostly a bit younger than me, but very mellow and, so I thought, pretty together. Tickets were easy to get. We arrived at Mile High and split up, saying we'd meet at the van after the show: I was in a mood to be on my own trip.
I tripped my ass off at the show, but in spite of losing several articles of clothing and staying late to look for them unsuccessfully, I was in a very positive and "forward" kind of head space. I had been through this kind of thing before. Two (or was it three?) Oakland New Years' runs had prepared me more than adequately. It turned out to be a good thing that my energy was so high, because I would need it: by the time I got back to the meeting place, the van was gone and I had nobody. No phone number, no address, and everything I hadn't lost in the show was somewhere in Boulder that I didn't know anything about, except that it was somewhere within easy walking distance of the Pearl Street market.
"Take it easy," I thought to myself. "This is nothing compared to the thugs of Oakland. You've got thirteen hours before your flight home and no chance at all of getting sleepy for at least the next eight. You've bought the ticket, so take the ride!" My plan was to make it back to Pearl Street Market in Boulder and systematically spiral outwards on foot until I found the right house. Despite what you might think, finding the ride out of Denver proved to be the plan's biggest hurdle. Every vehicle was full. The cops were being downright sinister, and everybody was in a hurry to go. I was nervous, and needed to relax so that I didn't ward off potential friends by flashing the wrong vibes, so I helped myself to a few whip hits from a nitrous tank to which I kept returning as I looked for a ride, until the pigs shut that juke joint down. No sooner had I taken my last hit off the last balloonful than I ran into my doppleganger coming around the corner of a van and sucking down a beer with such gusto that he didn't see me until we crashed into each other.
I'll never forget this kid. His name was Ira, and he looked (and dressed) exactly like me. Ira, if you're out there, thank you for not being just a figment of my imagination, 'cause you saved my ass. We grooved on how alike we were for a minute before we started talking facts: both going back to Boulder, him driving, only slightly dosed, room in the van and a killer '77 show on the tape player. "This music is f--ked up," said Ira during the jam in "Dancing in the Streets". Funny eye-contact with the slinky pale blonde in the scarlet flowerprint summer dress riding in the seat behind me; she pointedly told me she had pairs of tickets for the Cal Expo shows coming up, but her vibes were too hungry so I declined as nicely as I could; I'd already learned "the hard way, to let her pass by..." But thank you too, pretty girl, for the compliment.
I walked in an outward spiral from Pearl Street Market, my ego in service to my survival, and as the first birds were waking up and chirping and being told to shut up by the other birds who weren't up yet, I found the house.
I walked in and said "Can I please take a turn on the couch? I'm kinda tired."
"What happened to you?" they said in astonishment.
"F--k you," I said, and went to sleep.
First: the music. Not bad. C+, and that's coming from one of us rare, few heads who went to Dead shows TO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC. At least Santana didn't kick the Dead's ass like they had at the Tacoma Dome in '88. My first Black-Throated, and I remember standing there in like the 20th row, kind of interested, and thinking "Hmm, what an odd song this is." Not my first Saint, but the first one I remembered hearing, and I enjoyed hearing it. Like many reviewers here, I remember the Picasso too. Musically, that song is actually pretty rippin'. I think it's just not supposed to be cool to like Bobby's stuff. Anyway, in general, nothing special.
The LSD, however, was really freakin' good. I usually went to shows pretty deliberately: tickets beforehand, always with friends, always knew where I'd be staying, no screwing around with uncertainty about the whole food, clothes and shelter thing. This show, on the other hand, was a real off-the-cuff job. I didn't even know the Dead were playing Mile High until I met some heads who told me so on the way to a flight connection the day before at Denver airport. They were staying with some friends of theirs in Boulder, and so I arrived in Denver, set my return trip to Oregon back a day, and went there with them. Nice kids, mostly a bit younger than me, but very mellow and, so I thought, pretty together. Tickets were easy to get. We arrived at Mile High and split up, saying we'd meet at the van after the show: I was in a mood to be on my own trip.
I tripped my ass off at the show, but in spite of losing several articles of clothing and staying late to look for them unsuccessfully, I was in a very positive and "forward" kind of head space. I had been through this kind of thing before. Two (or was it three?) Oakland New Years' runs had prepared me more than adequately. It turned out to be a good thing that my energy was so high, because I would need it: by the time I got back to the meeting place, the van was gone and I had nobody. No phone number, no address, and everything I hadn't lost in the show was somewhere in Boulder that I didn't know anything about, except that it was somewhere within easy walking distance of the Pearl Street market.
"Take it easy," I thought to myself. "This is nothing compared to the thugs of Oakland. You've got thirteen hours before your flight home and no chance at all of getting sleepy for at least the next eight. You've bought the ticket, so take the ride!" My plan was to make it back to Pearl Street Market in Boulder and systematically spiral outwards on foot until I found the right house. Despite what you might think, finding the ride out of Denver proved to be the plan's biggest hurdle. Every vehicle was full. The cops were being downright sinister, and everybody was in a hurry to go. I was nervous, and needed to relax so that I didn't ward off potential friends by flashing the wrong vibes, so I helped myself to a few whip hits from a nitrous tank to which I kept returning as I looked for a ride, until the pigs shut that juke joint down. No sooner had I taken my last hit off the last balloonful than I ran into my doppleganger coming around the corner of a van and sucking down a beer with such gusto that he didn't see me until we crashed into each other.
I'll never forget this kid. His name was Ira, and he looked (and dressed) exactly like me. Ira, if you're out there, thank you for not being just a figment of my imagination, 'cause you saved my ass. We grooved on how alike we were for a minute before we started talking facts: both going back to Boulder, him driving, only slightly dosed, room in the van and a killer '77 show on the tape player. "This music is f--ked up," said Ira during the jam in "Dancing in the Streets". Funny eye-contact with the slinky pale blonde in the scarlet flowerprint summer dress riding in the seat behind me; she pointedly told me she had pairs of tickets for the Cal Expo shows coming up, but her vibes were too hungry so I declined as nicely as I could; I'd already learned "the hard way, to let her pass by..." But thank you too, pretty girl, for the compliment.
I walked in an outward spiral from Pearl Street Market, my ego in service to my survival, and as the first birds were waking up and chirping and being told to shut up by the other birds who weren't up yet, I found the house.
I walked in and said "Can I please take a turn on the couch? I'm kinda tired."
"What happened to you?" they said in astonishment.
"F--k you," I said, and went to sleep.
Reviewer:
buscameby
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March 29, 2008
Subject: goes to show you don't ever know
Subject: goes to show you don't ever know
I am astonished reading these reviews, I remember this as the worst played and list I ever saw the Boys play.
I think the first set was not horrible but ... never in total synch. The Second was a rough starting Eyes and Bobby whaling on Picaso Moon couldn't keep the energy in the crowd around me from crashing. We were all long timers and all hated that song, especially in the second set.
The highlights to me were the Dark Star tease in Wharf Rat which is a good and bad thing then the nice Box encore.
As I listen to it now I laff at my reaction because I realize I'm a spoiled Head who should be grateful for even this mess.
After the previous GREAT run at Big Mac in December this was a huge let down.
But as I said the other reviews seemed to love the show since they never saw a 60's or 70's show I guess, even some 80's made this look pale but I am grateful I was there to shake my bones for even a little while.
I think the first set was not horrible but ... never in total synch. The Second was a rough starting Eyes and Bobby whaling on Picaso Moon couldn't keep the energy in the crowd around me from crashing. We were all long timers and all hated that song, especially in the second set.
The highlights to me were the Dark Star tease in Wharf Rat which is a good and bad thing then the nice Box encore.
As I listen to it now I laff at my reaction because I realize I'm a spoiled Head who should be grateful for even this mess.
After the previous GREAT run at Big Mac in December this was a huge let down.
But as I said the other reviews seemed to love the show since they never saw a 60's or 70's show I guess, even some 80's made this look pale but I am grateful I was there to shake my bones for even a little while.
Reviewer:
*62
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March 29, 2008
Subject: I Loved This Show
Subject: I Loved This Show
Having attended with gifted tickets, this was a great night all the way around; even if Santana was late due to being held up (as per news accounts) negotiating
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his release from airport police upon entering the country with an unspecified quantity of controlled herbs. I'm glad to have read that it was the only time the band played Mile High; makes it an even better "event", even if the company wasn't great for this show. Even being from Long Island, and having attended college upstate, and with the great number of shows we were lucky to be in such close proximity to for so many years, this was the first time seeing Peggy-O performed live; one of my favorites. And while the crowd band were a little subdued as opposed to many shows I've been to, and the band seemed to reach for fewer "peaks" .... nor was there a "valley" in the lot; a really entertaining show and any night with The Dead is a great night. I lived in Denver for five-plus years, and saw a great many shows there - Mile High, Fiddler's Green, Red Rocks, McNichols, Pepsi Center - but this was what I remember Denver for.
Peace,
Yitro
Peace,
Yitro
Reviewer:
Drumheadz
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March 19, 2008 (edited)
Subject: Wow!
Subject: Wow!
I was 2nd row center for this with my Brother Scott and it sure seemed that everyone around us was flying higher than a Mile High. I mean Zing! Maybe they
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were spraying liquid from the stage. I dunno! We were so close that we couldn't see much of what they were playing on the big screens. We had a great time at this show. The download sounds great! One of my Fav's...
This was also the night that while driving home to Littleton on 285 we came around the bend at about midnight and there were all these cherries in the darkness... A sobriety checkpoint...
There were 5 of us in my little Geo and we were all Gonzo'ed out. Bewteen us all we had a fresh sheet, half oz. of shrooms, porbably an oz. of weed, an 8 ball, open beer and an open bottle of Jack... The Police had all these cones out on the road to create a little lane that they used to line up the cars. The car ahead of us was the last one to fill up the lane and they waved us right by it all. Holy Freakin Shit! If we were one car ahead lives would have changed, marriges wouldn't have happened, babys wouldn't have been born. Some of us would have spent a lot of time in jail. Angles watching over us... Maybe... Dumb luck... who knows! All I can say is if you're ever carrying be careful!
This was also the night that while driving home to Littleton on 285 we came around the bend at about midnight and there were all these cherries in the darkness... A sobriety checkpoint...
There were 5 of us in my little Geo and we were all Gonzo'ed out. Bewteen us all we had a fresh sheet, half oz. of shrooms, porbably an oz. of weed, an 8 ball, open beer and an open bottle of Jack... The Police had all these cones out on the road to create a little lane that they used to line up the cars. The car ahead of us was the last one to fill up the lane and they waved us right by it all. Holy Freakin Shit! If we were one car ahead lives would have changed, marriges wouldn't have happened, babys wouldn't have been born. Some of us would have spent a lot of time in jail. Angles watching over us... Maybe... Dumb luck... who knows! All I can say is if you're ever carrying be careful!
Reviewer:
stoner mulholland
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January 27, 2008
Subject: picasso moon haters!!!!
Subject: picasso moon haters!!!!
this is one of the best verions..of picasso moon.....there wheren't many....give bob a break...they said lost sailor sucked back in the late 70's...and
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thats a wonderful song!!...i think picasso moon is a good song not a great song!!!
Reviewer:
Evan S. Hunt
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July 23, 2007
Subject: This Must Be Heaven
Subject: This Must Be Heaven
Or we must be ... did you know that the second step leading up to the Denver Capitol Building is exactly 5,280 feet in elevation?
Another Charlie Miller ... transfer. What GD Hour show # was this? I don't know. Who can keep up?
Very professional first set with minor slip ups. All songs are good. BTW & Cassidy are pretty hot. Don't Ease, the first set closer, is not on this, the archive's version.
Second set starts with a grand exposure of Eyes. The sound is rich, texturous and malty. Conversely, though, it's akin to shooting drops into your eyes 3 times a day ~ you don't see clearly, you see clearly, ad infinitum. That doesn't sound appealing? Maybe not, but drops in the eyes help you discern shapes in the fog. In a matter of moments you're hearing better than you ever saw, or whatever. Then...
Picasso comes on gangbusters with a wallbanging like the Nightfall of Diamonds (10-16-89 MSG) version. It's mystifying to me why someone would hate this song. Okay, okay, it's got some hokey lyrics, and all, but, "It's the music." - jimi h.
From there they work their way into a breathless Crazy Fingers and its resultant tempestuous jam. This is definitely a capitol moment in the first part of the second set. Rollicking they glide right into Saint. It's a big top circus mode of Saint.
From Saint they go into a gigantic drums. There is the sound of pan pipes, or something, coming across the PA from stage, then the drums increase two fold in sound dynamic and onto a Matterhorn of space. Vince, champing away, finds the right niche and cruises into a glade; pulsating, going in and out faint pulse. Then as he fades, Mickey jumps on the Beam and the recording goes in and out from SUPER LOUD to diminutive. It sounds like the concert is doing the Wave. Oh, Jesus Christ...The sound IS doing the Wave. Oh, wow, I have never heard anything so fifth dimensional! My mind is totally totalled! ~ A wreck, on the rocks! Rebel Without a Cause!
The rest of the band magically re-appear and before long every member is gyrating his aks thru the endzone metaphorically revitalizing the Broncos who inadvertently overrun a Rockies batting practice session. Chaos ensues. Old burial grounds are given up. Bones rise up thru the pencil thin air.
One by one they gain, drop out, and regain their jamming ground. Jerry in French horn tone. The keyboardists are trashing around looking for their last half sense, Phil and Bobby composing their kindred necrophilia. The drummers drop back. The music becomes Alfred Hitchcock-ish. You are fearful that at any given moment someone is going to rush up to you, draped in a plastic shower curtain, and slash your necropolae back to pre-vegetarian length.
For the Big Jam, Billy and Mickey come back and begin a slow burn. No matter, for they are helped along by Phil's frenetic bass patterns. Then comes Jerry howling. Things slow down a bit for their effortless re-grouping and the first morsels of Miracle, which is very PHAT.
Then they settle like an eagle on it's nest into Wharf Rat. Some despise this song, but this is not one of those throw aways from the 19th Century. Oh no. The GD attack this song with grave elan' and it works in spades. Rapturous. Oh, gilded song, song that oxidize not. Songs that tarnish not.
But wait. Out of Wharf they do the Dark tease and drift back to Wharf. This is indicative to me, of some decided anger on the GD's parts. For some reason I sense this show, with a setlist composed of not oft loved Dead Head songs is sort of a counter-protest to the fans, to the promoters, to anyone and everyone who had ears to hear, and to know.
Wharf>Dark Tease>Wharf>Throwing>NFA: the definition of insult followed by excruciatingly predictable repetition of your deepest angst nipping at your heals like a thousand Pomeranians.
And pop! it's all over. no more anger. no dogs.
Phil stands up and nails Box and it acts as a deciding revamp back into the reality of known.
This show is pretty goshdarned hot, ALLA WAY Thru.
Thanks Chalkie, David Gans, and Archives.org.
Another Charlie Miller ... transfer. What GD Hour show # was this? I don't know. Who can keep up?
Very professional first set with minor slip ups. All songs are good. BTW & Cassidy are pretty hot. Don't Ease, the first set closer, is not on this, the archive's version.
Second set starts with a grand exposure of Eyes. The sound is rich, texturous and malty. Conversely, though, it's akin to shooting drops into your eyes 3 times a day ~ you don't see clearly, you see clearly, ad infinitum. That doesn't sound appealing? Maybe not, but drops in the eyes help you discern shapes in the fog. In a matter of moments you're hearing better than you ever saw, or whatever. Then...
Picasso comes on gangbusters with a wallbanging like the Nightfall of Diamonds (10-16-89 MSG) version. It's mystifying to me why someone would hate this song. Okay, okay, it's got some hokey lyrics, and all, but, "It's the music." - jimi h.
From there they work their way into a breathless Crazy Fingers and its resultant tempestuous jam. This is definitely a capitol moment in the first part of the second set. Rollicking they glide right into Saint. It's a big top circus mode of Saint.
From Saint they go into a gigantic drums. There is the sound of pan pipes, or something, coming across the PA from stage, then the drums increase two fold in sound dynamic and onto a Matterhorn of space. Vince, champing away, finds the right niche and cruises into a glade; pulsating, going in and out faint pulse. Then as he fades, Mickey jumps on the Beam and the recording goes in and out from SUPER LOUD to diminutive. It sounds like the concert is doing the Wave. Oh, Jesus Christ...The sound IS doing the Wave. Oh, wow, I have never heard anything so fifth dimensional! My mind is totally totalled! ~ A wreck, on the rocks! Rebel Without a Cause!
The rest of the band magically re-appear and before long every member is gyrating his aks thru the endzone metaphorically revitalizing the Broncos who inadvertently overrun a Rockies batting practice session. Chaos ensues. Old burial grounds are given up. Bones rise up thru the pencil thin air.
One by one they gain, drop out, and regain their jamming ground. Jerry in French horn tone. The keyboardists are trashing around looking for their last half sense, Phil and Bobby composing their kindred necrophilia. The drummers drop back. The music becomes Alfred Hitchcock-ish. You are fearful that at any given moment someone is going to rush up to you, draped in a plastic shower curtain, and slash your necropolae back to pre-vegetarian length.
For the Big Jam, Billy and Mickey come back and begin a slow burn. No matter, for they are helped along by Phil's frenetic bass patterns. Then comes Jerry howling. Things slow down a bit for their effortless re-grouping and the first morsels of Miracle, which is very PHAT.
Then they settle like an eagle on it's nest into Wharf Rat. Some despise this song, but this is not one of those throw aways from the 19th Century. Oh no. The GD attack this song with grave elan' and it works in spades. Rapturous. Oh, gilded song, song that oxidize not. Songs that tarnish not.
But wait. Out of Wharf they do the Dark tease and drift back to Wharf. This is indicative to me, of some decided anger on the GD's parts. For some reason I sense this show, with a setlist composed of not oft loved Dead Head songs is sort of a counter-protest to the fans, to the promoters, to anyone and everyone who had ears to hear, and to know.
Wharf>Dark Tease>Wharf>Throwing>NFA: the definition of insult followed by excruciatingly predictable repetition of your deepest angst nipping at your heals like a thousand Pomeranians.
And pop! it's all over. no more anger. no dogs.
Phil stands up and nails Box and it acts as a deciding revamp back into the reality of known.
This show is pretty goshdarned hot, ALLA WAY Thru.
Thanks Chalkie, David Gans, and Archives.org.
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grillybeen
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December 10, 2006
Subject: what a long strange summer tour it has been!
Subject: what a long strange summer tour it has been!
well summer tour winding down but the music plays the band once again. this show gave new meaning to "mile high", WOW! All the shrooms we ingested might
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have had something to do with that. I will never forget during space I experienced galactic flight in a grateful dead propelled mother ship, milehigh stadium elevated beyond the atmosphere then gently bringing us back to earth. Only at a grateful dead show, big thanks boys!
Reviewer:
unagriot
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December 2, 2006
Subject: Shattered, shoodoobie
Subject: Shattered, shoodoobie
Pardon this review that is light on songcraft and long on the personal, but that fucking concert shattered my life when I needed that most.
I had fled ... Hollywood, bounced up to Seattle and was driving to DC and as I pulled into Denver on 25 I followed the VWs to Mile High. I had never seen the dead I had never been to Denver and I was lonely and dirty, living in a 86 ford taurus for weeks. I was 19 but with the beard and crazyeyes I was able to get a few bottles of fortified wine. With that in a coke cup I wandered the parking lot looking for tickets and in a minute I met a irish drunk deadhead hustler and I traded a little color tv I had for a handful of hits. He gave me a freebee and said this one was in his wallet and a little weak, since it was a first trip he wanted to ease me in. White blotter.
Sanatana was hazy and all the women near me were loosening up to the weird vibe. I entered the music and understood what the big deal was, I had broken through the curtain of Touch of Grey playerhating I had as a 80s metalhead and heard the actual music, IkoIko lifted me up and I got as close to the stage as I could. Peaking I needed to cling to the hallways and there was a man in full rainbow hippie outfit, the rainbow afro, everything and he was holding nachos like a prize and as he walked by he dropped them and he wanted to cry but to me it was the funniest thing I had ever seen and I shouldn't have laughed at the poor human being but I was following my brain up the fire escape. The moon pulled me into the parking lot, the second set was coming on and I knew I had to get out early, the acid still hitting me and I ended up on the hi-way lost after cops with flares guided me away from mile high, I started the worst terror trip of my life (lots of acid never again as bad as that) driving and parking near a drive in by some motels I was told there were no rooms, but I looked homeless and smelled worse and tripping I didnâÂÂt know what to believe. So I watched Kevin Costner at the drive in on the other side of the fence and it was the worst movie I had ever seen and then I noticed I had been sitting on an ant hill. I walked to dunkin donuts and slowly came back to earth, maybe I picked up some of that badvibe, the fuckin blotter like thousands of freight trains through thousand of tiny mind tunnels that night. It busted my cherry, having those peaks and valleys alone lost and without a guide fortified me for all the other later excursions into the mind that the dead seemed to quantify, we have lost something now that that tribe has dispersed. Something will replace it but it is sometime a long wait when you are staring at Kevin Costner in tight covered with ant bites. (or was I imagining the ant bites? Did I just say that out loud?)
I had fled ... Hollywood, bounced up to Seattle and was driving to DC and as I pulled into Denver on 25 I followed the VWs to Mile High. I had never seen the dead I had never been to Denver and I was lonely and dirty, living in a 86 ford taurus for weeks. I was 19 but with the beard and crazyeyes I was able to get a few bottles of fortified wine. With that in a coke cup I wandered the parking lot looking for tickets and in a minute I met a irish drunk deadhead hustler and I traded a little color tv I had for a handful of hits. He gave me a freebee and said this one was in his wallet and a little weak, since it was a first trip he wanted to ease me in. White blotter.
Sanatana was hazy and all the women near me were loosening up to the weird vibe. I entered the music and understood what the big deal was, I had broken through the curtain of Touch of Grey playerhating I had as a 80s metalhead and heard the actual music, IkoIko lifted me up and I got as close to the stage as I could. Peaking I needed to cling to the hallways and there was a man in full rainbow hippie outfit, the rainbow afro, everything and he was holding nachos like a prize and as he walked by he dropped them and he wanted to cry but to me it was the funniest thing I had ever seen and I shouldn't have laughed at the poor human being but I was following my brain up the fire escape. The moon pulled me into the parking lot, the second set was coming on and I knew I had to get out early, the acid still hitting me and I ended up on the hi-way lost after cops with flares guided me away from mile high, I started the worst terror trip of my life (lots of acid never again as bad as that) driving and parking near a drive in by some motels I was told there were no rooms, but I looked homeless and smelled worse and tripping I didnâÂÂt know what to believe. So I watched Kevin Costner at the drive in on the other side of the fence and it was the worst movie I had ever seen and then I noticed I had been sitting on an ant hill. I walked to dunkin donuts and slowly came back to earth, maybe I picked up some of that badvibe, the fuckin blotter like thousands of freight trains through thousand of tiny mind tunnels that night. It busted my cherry, having those peaks and valleys alone lost and without a guide fortified me for all the other later excursions into the mind that the dead seemed to quantify, we have lost something now that that tribe has dispersed. Something will replace it but it is sometime a long wait when you are staring at Kevin Costner in tight covered with ant bites. (or was I imagining the ant bites? Did I just say that out loud?)
Reviewer:
Mooding
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May 20, 2006 (edited)
Subject: But did you look up?
Subject: But did you look up?
This closed out a summer's worth of shows for me, and though it wasn't anything like either night at Deer Creek, Chicago, or Kansas, it had it's musical
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moments.
But what really blew my mind was how the stage orientation, which made no sense to me all night, enabled a perfectly full moon to gracefully arc across the top of the stage post-drums. Quite lovely, and I can only figure it was intentional.
And I'm so glad that others shared my delight in watching Mickey throughout that so lovely and very rare Dark Star INSERTED INTO ANOTHER SONG. Find me another, I dare you.
But what really blew my mind was how the stage orientation, which made no sense to me all night, enabled a perfectly full moon to gracefully arc across the top of the stage post-drums. Quite lovely, and I can only figure it was intentional.
And I'm so glad that others shared my delight in watching Mickey throughout that so lovely and very rare Dark Star INSERTED INTO ANOTHER SONG. Find me another, I dare you.
Reviewer:
jhwygirl
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March 31, 2006
Subject: Strange show
Subject: Strange show
I agree, it was a pretty strange vibe. I think it was due to the fact that it was the 'end of the road' since there wouldn't be a show for another month
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or so...
My recollection was that the sound system absolutely sucked! Didn't Phil kick a speaker at some point? Plus their voices were 'tired'..
Santana had held up the start of the show, arriving late due to his pot bust. So energy was weird, due to having been seated in the stadium a little too long before anything got started.
I had a great time. Thanks for the memories!
My recollection was that the sound system absolutely sucked! Didn't Phil kick a speaker at some point? Plus their voices were 'tired'..
Santana had held up the start of the show, arriving late due to his pot bust. So energy was weird, due to having been seated in the stadium a little too long before anything got started.
I had a great time. Thanks for the memories!
Reviewer:
dogtear1
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February 15, 2006
Subject: Mile High
Subject: Mile High
Hey Lilypad.. I know what you're talkin about...
Very HIGH! Absolutely NUTS!!! I saw lots of people guzzling whiskey in their seats and openly indulging ... in the finest illicit street drugs! Woman walking around naked :0) Dangerous fireworks going off in the parking lot. Good show, but totally different atmosphere.
Very HIGH! Absolutely NUTS!!! I saw lots of people guzzling whiskey in their seats and openly indulging ... in the finest illicit street drugs! Woman walking around naked :0) Dangerous fireworks going off in the parking lot. Good show, but totally different atmosphere.
Reviewer:
kallisti7
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September 10, 2005
Subject: HighTimes and Stolen Pets ...
Subject: HighTimes and Stolen Pets ...
I was an east coast transplant living in Boulder at the time and I attended this show. I definitely remember it was a strange show. There were tons of
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people dosing there faces off and like the other reviewer said people definitely going around with big supersoakers and dosing people. I remember there was kind of a scary vibe about it because it was like heavy acid wash not some 110 mics a hit shit they were using. the biggest thing about this show that I remember was that the cops took just about every single dog that was in the parking lot. What happened was, when everyone went in to the show they came in and took all the animals left tied to bumpers (on long leashes with bowls of water, of course) and took 'em to the pound. Not cool. Bad vibes. Also, this is the first show where I actually liked Picasso Moon.
Reviewer:
Lilypad
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August 31, 2005 (edited)
Subject: Mile-High indeed
Subject: Mile-High indeed
I am glad that the previous reviewer noted how tweaked out the crowd was at this show. All these years, I've wondered if I was just feeling prudish that
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night. Even for the admittedly spacey standards of a Dead show, I remember this as a downright scary crowd; people were partying like they had something to prove. Either the previous reviewer and I saw the same guy being hauled out on a stretcher, or there were multiple guys-on-stretchers. Guys on stretchers, if you survived, if you're out there, COME FORWARD and TELL US WHAT YOU SAW!
The Dead were acting strange too, come to think of it. "Eyes of the World" into "Picasso Moon"? Plus, the whole "Dark Star" taunt. I look back on this experience now, and still I can only say: "Huh?"
I have yet to make it through the entire tape of this show. Bruce and Vince are very ham-handed keyboardists. They are good, but they play very thick, dense parts. Having them both up there fighting for bandwidth was probably not a great idea. Still, this show was a pretty good way to spend a deathly hot summer afternoon at Mile High Stadium.
The Dead were acting strange too, come to think of it. "Eyes of the World" into "Picasso Moon"? Plus, the whole "Dark Star" taunt. I look back on this experience now, and still I can only say: "Huh?"
I have yet to make it through the entire tape of this show. Bruce and Vince are very ham-handed keyboardists. They are good, but they play very thick, dense parts. Having them both up there fighting for bandwidth was probably not a great idea. Still, this show was a pretty good way to spend a deathly hot summer afternoon at Mile High Stadium.
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ChuckC
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August 5, 2005 (edited)
Subject: What a night!
Subject: What a night!
This was also my first Dead show and what a way to start it up.
To this day I have never seen more people on LSD in one concentrated place my entire life. ... The drug was everywhere and all the police were concerned about was the bootleg t-shirts. Some Heads had no regard for others as they were randomly dosing people with squirt guns (not cool). I saw someone being dragged out of the crowd by medics with perma-grin on their face as they were gone to the world. I was second row right in front of jerry and peaked the moment they hit the stage.
It took me a whole week to come down from this one.
Great Wharf Rat!
To this day I have never seen more people on LSD in one concentrated place my entire life. ... The drug was everywhere and all the police were concerned about was the bootleg t-shirts. Some Heads had no regard for others as they were randomly dosing people with squirt guns (not cool). I saw someone being dragged out of the crowd by medics with perma-grin on their face as they were gone to the world. I was second row right in front of jerry and peaked the moment they hit the stage.
It took me a whole week to come down from this one.
Great Wharf Rat!
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Gr8fulDriver
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July 2, 2005
Subject: My first show.
Subject: My first show.
What a way to kick off my long strange trip...
Santana had gotten busted for a little of the green and played a lack luster set, then the Boys came out.
From ... note one I was hooked.
Aiko, was hot as was Picasso
I love the Dark Star tease/Jam in Wharf Rat...
I feel that this show is truely underrated.
If you were there you know.
Maybe not the best of '91 but a great show never-the-less.
I highly recomend this one.
ps-> this was the Only time the Dead played Mile High.
Santana had gotten busted for a little of the green and played a lack luster set, then the Boys came out.
From ... note one I was hooked.
Aiko, was hot as was Picasso
I love the Dark Star tease/Jam in Wharf Rat...
I feel that this show is truely underrated.
If you were there you know.
Maybe not the best of '91 but a great show never-the-less.
I highly recomend this one.
ps-> this was the Only time the Dead played Mile High.
Reviewer:
dmilks
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February 23, 2005 (edited)
Subject: not the best of summer 91....
Subject: not the best of summer 91....
...but pretty sweet nonetheless. Mid 1st set Iko is awesome, Eyes is amazing. Several other gems too.
In contrast to several previous reviews: I was ... at this one (up close on the floor), and witnessed a very sober, middle aged, mellow crowd. I remember it was a hot, sunny day, and most everyone seemed very sober to me. The most weirdness I witnessed all day was Jerry busting into Iko in the middle of the 1st set, and the Dark Star tease during Wharf Rat, which wasn't even that unusual b/c Bruce dropped Dark Star riffs every other friggin song this whole tour.
This show was added to the tour after the preceeding dates were all scheduled.
In contrast to several previous reviews: I was ... at this one (up close on the floor), and witnessed a very sober, middle aged, mellow crowd. I remember it was a hot, sunny day, and most everyone seemed very sober to me. The most weirdness I witnessed all day was Jerry busting into Iko in the middle of the 1st set, and the Dark Star tease during Wharf Rat, which wasn't even that unusual b/c Bruce dropped Dark Star riffs every other friggin song this whole tour.
This show was added to the tour after the preceeding dates were all scheduled.
Reviewer:
indianahead
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January 20, 2005
Subject: Mr. Spock Smiles
Subject: Mr. Spock Smiles
Yeah, the look on Mickey's face was immaculate........This show was, while full of overplayed material, one of those shows that sparkled nonetheless.
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Sometimes they would bust out with songs that we had all heard a million times, yet they would play them anew.
Reviewer:
cheyler
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September 20, 2004
Subject: Sound 5 : Show 4
Subject: Sound 5 : Show 4
I'm not a fan of 90s-era GD but this show does it for me. The sound quality is impeccable, typically stellar work from Mr. Gans. There was something
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going on in June of 1991 that wasn't happening in the months before and after. The show is full of interesting readings of even the most over-played material, and there was a sense of play about the band during this time, particularly in knocking Dark Star off its 'sacred cow' perch. Necessity may be the mother of invention, but boredom is the mother of re-invention.
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Brother Luck
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June 26, 2004
Subject: Mile High
Subject: Mile High
I was at this show in Denver w/ a buddy and a girlfriend at the time. We tripped our butts off and enjoyed Santana too. CASSIDY and 1/2 Step.
Great quality ... to download.
Great quality ... to download.
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mid-maine
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June 3, 2004 (edited)
Subject: ok, but . . .
Subject: ok, but . . .
well, perhaps my bias is fogged by memory. yes, this is a great recording. yes, the wharf rat dark star tease is great. overall though, nothing much
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stands out. a friend of mine accompanied me up into the bleachers so that we could sit down during the picasso moon. crazy fingers lacked that certain spark. my friend was a musician in a fairly special band from boulder, and during the saint he said something about how you cannot draw a blackjack every time, but it's nice to know these guys are still willing to sit in front of the deck and draw.
imho, the santana opener seemed a little cheesey and the crowd responded as if the opener was the house band at a cocktail party. maybe it's just me, but sandstone and rfk just blow this mile high away. check out the wharf star rat, it makes for good filler.
imho, the santana opener seemed a little cheesey and the crowd responded as if the opener was the house band at a cocktail party. maybe it's just me, but sandstone and rfk just blow this mile high away. check out the wharf star rat, it makes for good filler.
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Swervn
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May 18, 2004
Subject: It WAS a good day at Mile High
Subject: It WAS a good day at Mile High
22nd row but waaaay off to the right side. Carlos was great that day opening for the boys. It was a very fine night in Denver. For a look at Carlos opening
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up go to http://members.aol.com/swervn/Carlos/
Unfortunately the pics I got of the Dead that night were a little too dark and bleary. But the music was fine fine fine!
Unfortunately the pics I got of the Dead that night were a little too dark and bleary. But the music was fine fine fine!
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madman420
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May 17, 2004
Subject: fun show
Subject: fun show
What a day ! I still remember the look on Mickey's face while Jerry was teasing Dark Star. Plus Santana got busted in Houston with a small amount of rule
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#5 trying to fly out for this show. Even if you weren't there you should d/l this show.
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