A friend and I drove from
Massachusetts down to New Jersey to see the band play a two-night stand at
Giants Stadium in June of 1991. The first show was the 16th, and my friend and
I somehow got split up before the show started. No matter, I figured, you
always make plenty of friends at Dead shows. But the band was just not on that
night. The music felt tired and routine. There were no moments of magic. I
actually went and sat down in a section sort of behind the stage, where nobody
else was. Sitting down at a Dead show? Right, it was weird. Anyway, after the
show, I met up with my friend at my van, and I didn’t want to say how
disappointed I was, just in case he had a fantastic time. But soon it was clear
he thought the show was terrible too. In fact, we considered giving away our
tickets for the next night and just driving home. It was that bad. We wondered
if this show signaled an end to the band.
Of course, we thought better of
it. After all, we were already there, and neither of us was up for a long drive
that night. The next night, June 17th, we got split up again. I decided I
wanted to be on the floor, and so lowered myself over the wall at the back of
the venue. Moments later a light rain began to fall, and the tarp on the floor
became a slip-and-slide. A bunch of us were having a grand time sliding around,
and then the band came out. And immediately there was magic in the air. We
could feel it even before the band played its first note. And once they did
play that first note, the place erupted in joy. They were opening the first set
with “Eyes Of The World.” It seemed to me that the band was determined to make
up for the previous night’s dull show. And they certainly did! This was one of
the best concerts I ever attended. And this is the show that is being shown in
theaters tonight. I am seriously excited to revisit this concert.
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