28 March 2005 | momohund
For heads only
Simply put, if you weren't there, you'll have more fun reading Sister Carrie. As Jerry said, "God we make sh***y albums." You really had to have seen and done it for it to be of any interest (and that's what is strange about the Dead legacy. It will be forever gone when the last person to have ever been to a show finally passes on). This was the last show at Winterland before the Dead broke up (the first time) and before Garcia started using hard drugs. It really captures the weirdness though. I don't know, people keep telling me they went to shows for the music and to see Jerry Garcia, but for me those extravaganzas were like a nice, evening stroll through a Turkish bazaar on Mars. Stone cold, unadulterated, pure weirdness. It was pure weirdness in all its form, weirdness as a force of nature and not something trivial and silly. When the Dead rolled through town, the real weirdos came out of the woodwork for a giant celebration of strangeness. "When the going gets weird..."