45 years ago a bus came by and I got on 6/10/73

[bigsky]

I don’t usually indulge my other hobbies here. Twitter people following me see a lot more. I’m little late posting this 45th anniversay of the day I became a Deadhead. This concert broke my mind, in ways I still think and feel today. Somewhere in the second set, I got lost in being alive. Never after would I just take what life brought me but I would go find it. Like licorice, they weren’t for everyone, but they were for me. There is no recapturing these moments. But I can still touch exactly the sight, smell, heat, sound, and thoughts.

PS: This may have been the longest concert I ever saw. Most of these songs are 10 minute or longer expositions. AND the Dead came on right after the Allman Bros played their show.


06/10/73
Robert F. Kennedy Stadium - Washington DC,
Set 1:
Morning Dew
Beat It On Down The Line
Ramble On Rose
Jack Straw
US Bluesp
Looks Like Rain
Box Of Rain
They Love Each Other
The Race Is On
Row Jimmy
El Paso
Bird Song
Playin' In The Band
Set 2:
Eyes Of The World
Stella Blue
Big River
Here Comes Sunshine
Around And Around
Dark Star
He's Gone
Wharf Rat
Truckin'
Sugar Magnolia
Set 3:
It Takes A Train To Cry
That's Alright Mama
Promised Land
Not Fade Away
Goin' Down The Road Feeling Bad
Not Fade Away
Encore:
Johnny B. Goode

[MickintheHam]

Haven’t heard most of those in a long time. Great memories. I wish we could recreate it today. Alas, the memories will have to give us comfort.

[blueboss]

When I was in college and living in the dorms the guy across the hall from me was a Deadhead from St Louis.

He had his windows totally blacked out with aluminum foil, with the exception of a desk lamp and a light in the closet, the lighting was all black light. The walls were covered in Greatfull Dead posters and concert placards both in fluorescent and others with black light paint highlighted areas around the edges as well as other black light meanderings on the wall.

There was always the low hum of some melodic Dead tune reverberating through the door. This guy had bootleg tapes from who knows where that he played on a reel to reel Wollensac recorder that he no-doubt stole from his high school English department.

You already know the aroma wafting from a dampened towel under the door.

We called him Fish and his roommate was Doc (from Philly), they were Med Tech majors. They were the ones that introduced me to the Dead, and while I like their music I never turned the corner and joined the “movement”.


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