Almost certainly one of my first — if not the first — Dead shows… And what a wonderful venue for communion with Garcia, 32 years ago today. And then… 21 years ago, a different show, a different outdoor amphitheatre, same Dead, same Deadheads, different me…
Category Archives: autobiography
Do the Giants Always Beat The Braves?*
*…when I go to the game? Looks like I watched the Braves in a losing effort as the SF Giants managed to win it in the 11th after the Braves came back in the 9th to tie the game at 6 all. I’ve managed to suppress all memory of the game… Atlanta Braves 6 – …
More May Tickets Madness: Dead
23 years ago, even during the Year of Raves, Sunday at Shoreline with the Dead was special in the beauty wrested from Mountain View…
Hannah’s First Baseball Game
In a losing effort, Hannah and I cheered on the Braves (well, the 3 year-old girl sometimes cheered for the wrong team…) on this date 15 years ago. It was Barry Bonds ball night (BOO!!!), and I still have the ball, never having had the chance to throw it at an appropriate person. SF Giants …
No Such Thing As Too Much Bob
22 years ago… and my 4th Dylan show in 6 days… That seems about the right proportion… And then, 14 years ago, I saw this baseball game at Candlestick, er., PacBell Park, um… what is it again?
TBT: Week o’ Bob
22 years ago today: My 3rd Dylan show in 5 days, with another on tap for San Jose (come back tomorrow). This day’s Berkeley show was smokin’
Cinco de Bob
22 Years ago today… 2nd Dylan show in as many days — That’s the way to Rock
May Tickets Again
22 Years ago today… Dylan at the Warfield. ‘Twas an excellent show, and an excellent week of Dylan.
May Ticket Madness
A Sunday show at Frost is a joy forever — especially as I have the bootleg of this one. A beautiful day in May 27 years ago… notable for the rendition of “Little Bunny Foo-Foo” Actually, I just remembered that this may be the show that I bummed out those around me with my excess
This Day In History … and the Birthday of a Goddess
A rose would smell as sweet… 27 years ago, on Anne’s 29th birthday, I saw the Dead at Frost. Today, on her 39th, I am so glad we found each other, and that she allows me to share in her beautiful life