Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Tag: 10/19/71

And Now On To The Cure For Cancer

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I think I solved a mystery that may not have existed: the website Spencer found that I yoinked these pics from says they’re from 6/22/68 at the Star Theater in Phoenix, but the rest of the innertubes say that the Dead played the Star in 1970.

Our date is correct (as evidenced by everyone’s clothes and guitars), but the venue is wrong: this was the Travelodge Theater in Phoenix, not the Star.

Everyone can relax now.

(If you’re wondering why I’m not linking to the show, it’s because the photos are all that remain. The saddest four words in Enthusiasm: no recording was made.)

Trouble (Breathing) Ahead

jerry boreal ridgeHey, GarHOLY SHIT, you look like hell.

“Not so great.”

You’re kinda pale.

“Head bad. Air none.”

Yeah, this is the Boreal Ridge show. You’re 7,000 feet up.

“Fire someone.”

I agree, man. It was an awful decision to bring you to altitude. You’re the opposite of a sherpa.

“Shut…”

Shut the fuck up?

“…the…”

Shut the fuck up?

“…fuck…”

Shut the fuck up?

“…up.”

Aw.

Focus

7778_Garcia_Northrup101971_1Hey, Garcia. Nice sneakers.

“Mountain Girl got ’em for me. They’re comfy.”

Any method to the amp placement?

“God, no.”

Figured.

“So, can I be a Chinese teenager?”

No.

“Paraguayan golfer?

Uh-uh.

“Can I be Steve McQueen?”

You wish.

“That’s why I’m asking.”

You can’t.

“I’d like to be a Singapore Sling.”

That’s a cocktail.

“Then I could make someone very happy when they drank me up.”

How high are you?

“Keith’s-first-show high.”

Damn.

“Yeah.”