phizzion
Well-Known Member
RIP, Jerry
Any good Deadhead stories out there?
Here's two of mine both from the 90's (if you can believe that):
1. Me, my semi-hippie chick wife (she just told me her legs were hairy), and my good buddy from NorCal were at Soldier's Field (Chicago) down on the 'floor.' Just before the GD came out, the 4 guys (18-19 yrs. old) behind us started freaking out. I asked what the problem was and they replied that they couldn't handle what was happening. I asked what they had done. Reply: 4 or 5 because the first two didn't seem to do anything. My reply to them was that we were all 'that way.' Long story short, I talked to them almost the entire first set and half of the second until they felt 'comfortable.' My wife was pissed (it was starting to bum her out), but it was one of the funnest times at a GD show ever.
2. This actually takes in the last two GD shows played. A Saturday & Sunday at Soldier's field, Jury 1995.
Saturday night: I took my 14 & 10 yr olds with me and buddy from NorCal. The talk to the 14 yr old and his fried was : You're on your own, don't do anything stupid, and don't try anything you may regret, That was 4 pm. In the parking lot, the circus was in full play. Their tickets were across the field from me and we wouldn't see each other till about 12pm. My youngest son and buddy were in stadium sitting and talking to everyone around. E was in the air. A head next to my son was rapping away and having a grate time with him. I was rapping to two Straight hippie chicks in front of me. Things were grate until the head next to my son lit one up. My son got real quiet and said he wasn't having a good time. I asked what the problem was and he said the guy was smoking MJ. I asked him how could you like him so much one minute, and not like him the next minute because he smoked MJ. He's the same person and he didn't do anything to you to harm or hurt you. He lightened up.
2. Sunday night: a hippie chick danced the entire show backed up to me rubbing it for all it was worth. My two buddies talked about it for the whole ride home. Lucky for me, my semi-hippie chick wife refused to go after the last GD show fiasco, she didn't have to witness it.
Fast forward: My two sons never really became "deadheads" (that's dad's thing) but they sure like the 'circus."
Thank you Jerry for the grate times, all the way back to 1969. I know you're playing in that angel band now.
Any good Deadhead stories out there?
Here's two of mine both from the 90's (if you can believe that):
1. Me, my semi-hippie chick wife (she just told me her legs were hairy), and my good buddy from NorCal were at Soldier's Field (Chicago) down on the 'floor.' Just before the GD came out, the 4 guys (18-19 yrs. old) behind us started freaking out. I asked what the problem was and they replied that they couldn't handle what was happening. I asked what they had done. Reply: 4 or 5 because the first two didn't seem to do anything. My reply to them was that we were all 'that way.' Long story short, I talked to them almost the entire first set and half of the second until they felt 'comfortable.' My wife was pissed (it was starting to bum her out), but it was one of the funnest times at a GD show ever.
2. This actually takes in the last two GD shows played. A Saturday & Sunday at Soldier's field, Jury 1995.
Saturday night: I took my 14 & 10 yr olds with me and buddy from NorCal. The talk to the 14 yr old and his fried was : You're on your own, don't do anything stupid, and don't try anything you may regret, That was 4 pm. In the parking lot, the circus was in full play. Their tickets were across the field from me and we wouldn't see each other till about 12pm. My youngest son and buddy were in stadium sitting and talking to everyone around. E was in the air. A head next to my son was rapping away and having a grate time with him. I was rapping to two Straight hippie chicks in front of me. Things were grate until the head next to my son lit one up. My son got real quiet and said he wasn't having a good time. I asked what the problem was and he said the guy was smoking MJ. I asked him how could you like him so much one minute, and not like him the next minute because he smoked MJ. He's the same person and he didn't do anything to you to harm or hurt you. He lightened up.
2. Sunday night: a hippie chick danced the entire show backed up to me rubbing it for all it was worth. My two buddies talked about it for the whole ride home. Lucky for me, my semi-hippie chick wife refused to go after the last GD show fiasco, she didn't have to witness it.
Fast forward: My two sons never really became "deadheads" (that's dad's thing) but they sure like the 'circus."
Thank you Jerry for the grate times, all the way back to 1969. I know you're playing in that angel band now.