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You’re So Vein

bobby guns mickey hat borealHey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Taking the crowd to the gun show.”

Well, it’s hot out.

“Especially with me here.”

Well played.

“Thanks. Check out the vein. Couldn’t wear Snake T-Shirt, cuz she would have gotten jealous.”

Sure.

“The vein is snake-y.”

I got it. Bob?

“Yeah?”

Garcia still alive?

“Mostly.”

Whose decision was it to bring the obese, chain-smoking, opiate-addicted man to the top of a mountain?

“Someone’s.”

Great. Hey, Mickey.

“Yo.”

That’s some good Dead-hat wearin’, Mick.

“I aim to please.”

Okay.

Long, Run

boreal ridge panoramaAnother pic from the Worst Dead Show EVAR (That’s Actually Just Kinda Flat) at Boreal Ridge in ’85: you can see Bobby being Bobby on the left, and a large crowd of white people on drugs on the right.

To the rear of the panoramic photo is the resort’s ski lift, and if you enhance the picture, you can make out a man on the lift. That is Soup; he cannot remember how he got into the chair, and he cannot figure out how to get off of it.

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.

Truckee-in’

boreal ridge skiliftsBoreal Ridge is a ski resort in California, more specifically in Truckee, which might be the crystal methiest name a town could have. This winter wonderland in Northern (or perhaps Southern, or Central) CA suffers from the same seasonal lulls as other weather-reliant business, such as water parks or al fresco prostitution: what to do the other half of the year?

In 1985, at least, Boreal Ridge invited the Dead up in August and Garcia nearly died. He would go on to actually die (for a few minutes) soon after that; this was sort of a dress rehearsal.

The show is known, in the common wisdom at least, as the WORST EVAR, and I’m listening to it now; it sounds like an average to below-average show of the time, and the amps keep popping and humming, but it’s not a complete trainwreck on the tape.

As far as what it was like at the show, well: that’s a different story. This is from the Archive, and can also double as Exhibit 1 in the case of Why TotD Doesn’t Trust Eyewitness Accounts, Especially Of First Shows:

This was my first show and WOW. Also my first trip. First time for a lot of things. My experienced deadhead cousin turned me on. Drove up the day before and spent the night in the woods around a campfire with about 20 folks from San Fran sharing tales. These 2 guys just handed me what they called 5 hits of purple gels. That morning i bit me off a piece of that KitKat bar, and remember beautiful scenery, beautiful people and good music. There was such a long pause between sets that i took the other 4. Don’t remember what was real or not after that. I was up against the stage in front of Jerry hanging on for dear life. Big dust swirls that contained the music. Hot . Bunch of amp kicking on stage. I kept looking back at the big ass crowd that was there. i remember crazies had climbed all the ski lift poles. Very strange surreal atmosphere. The best show ever.

Eloquently

boreal ridge stage construction
“We mint our own coin.

“Do you understand what that means? Reality is controlled via the franchise on violence. That franchise is secured by the creation of value. To create a new society using the money of the world you wish to leave behind is quixotic, at best.

“Our pennies are notes; our dollars, amplifiers; our rubber-banded rolls are the trucks that fly us through the night and up into the hills and mountains, far away from the women and children.

“We’ll bring our own women and children.

“Our freedom is purchased by the mile, and earned via each gas station hot dog. Our liberty exists for a few hours a day, for several days a week, for half the months of the year.

“That’s as free as we can afford to be; we mint our own coin, and the work is hard.”

That was a lovely speech, Precarious.

“Thank you.”

Is that guy wearing any safety equipment at all?

“I told him to be careful.”

Good enough.