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lumberjim · 02-07-2004, 12:19 AM

We left in late afternoon on day in early September headed for Richfield, OH. I don’t think I got in to the concert that day. Some one did, though because I can remember waiting outside while the concert was happening and playing hackeysack under the lights. At one point, Jeremiah ( who was extremely recognizable even in silhouette because of his Muppet like dread locks) came wandering over looking lost and afraid. He had taken too much acid, and was seeing dinosaurs. Unreal.

On to New York. MSG. We got there the morning of the first of nine shows, found a parking spot under a bridge, and set out to find tickets. It was cold and windy for early September. We hung out in Greenwich Village for a while; I watched a guy hurdling multiple trash cans on his roller blades. In a drug store, a lady spit on another customer who attempted to butt in line. “I’m on line here!”

Show time approached, and we had just one ticket. If you’ve ever been to a Grateful Dead concert, you may have noticed people holding their finger up in the air yelling “I need a Miracle!”. This means “ I want you to give me your extra ticket for free”. It is seen to be a considerable karma rich investment of good will to participate in this practice and “miracling” some random Dead Head can do wonders for your sense of self esteem. We were planning to be there for all nine shows, so we weren’t panicking about getting in that first night. Nonetheless, we all managed to get free tickets from the crowd coming in that had extras. “miracles” The show was just ok. I didn’t like the venue very much. So we decided that the city was not for us, and since we had all seen them, we would drive up to Woodstock and camp instead of staying and trying to get into the other 8 shows.

We found a really nice little campground with a lake and showers, and restrooms. We camped for 4 days during which, Terry sang compulsively. He sung poorly but enthusiastically. He also had a penchant for hollering out of car windows at strangers. You learn about people when you live in a microbus with them. Woodstock was a tourist trap.

02-07-2004, 12:19 AM	#5
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	We left in late afternoon on day in early September headed for Richfield, OH. I don’t think I got in to the concert that day. Some one did, though because I can remember waiting outside while the concert was happening and playing hackeysack under the lights. At one point, Jeremiah ( who was extremely recognizable even in silhouette because of his Muppet like dread locks) came wandering over looking lost and afraid. He had taken too much acid, and was seeing dinosaurs. Unreal. On to New York. MSG. We got there the morning of the first of nine shows, found a parking spot under a bridge, and set out to find tickets. It was cold and windy for early September. We hung out in Greenwich Village for a while; I watched a guy hurdling multiple trash cans on his roller blades. In a drug store, a lady spit on another customer who attempted to butt in line. “I’m on line here!” Show time approached, and we had just one ticket. If you’ve ever been to a Grateful Dead concert, you may have noticed people holding their finger up in the air yelling “I need a Miracle!”. This means “ I want you to give me your extra ticket for free”. It is seen to be a considerable karma rich investment of good will to participate in this practice and “miracling” some random Dead Head can do wonders for your sense of self esteem. We were planning to be there for all nine shows, so we weren’t panicking about getting in that first night. Nonetheless, we all managed to get free tickets from the crowd coming in that had extras. “miracles” The show was just ok. I didn’t like the venue very much. So we decided that the city was not for us, and since we had all seen them, we would drive up to Woodstock and camp instead of staying and trying to get into the other 8 shows. We found a really nice little campground with a lake and showers, and restrooms. We camped for 4 days during which, Terry sang compulsively. He sung poorly but enthusiastically. He also had a penchant for hollering out of car windows at strangers. You learn about people when you live in a microbus with them. Woodstock was a tourist trap. __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan Last edited by lumberjim; 02-07-2004 at 12:38 AM.