My first show. Hitchhiked up from Ithaca the night before. First ride took us to a party in a random farmhouse. Second ride to the outskirts of town. Third ride with some menacing speed dealers who needed someone who knew the way and we said we did but there were some tense moments. Get to the stadia around midnight. Umm. Didn’t occur to us to bring, like, blankets or sleeping bags. A weird cold night with some scary acid dealers from Brooklyn who had an extra blanket. Big news was that GSET had been ‘busted out’ recently. No idea what we did before the gates opened next afternoon. At some point we had rolled an entire bag of weed and a pack of rolling papers into the largest spliff I’ve seen outside a Cheech and Chong movie. Totally didn’t burn, but we reconfigured. Eventually the Good Rats came out and did whatever they did. I remember them chucking rubber rats into the audience and at some point there was a guy from one of the FM stations running around in an eight foot tall moose costume. Still daylight when I got my first look at Jerry and the crew. I believe Brent came as a surprise to me. By now, my memory is hazy, but there are decent tapes. Opening Mississippi > Franklin’s is sprightly, Jer comes out swinging. The long, loose Scarlet Fire is worth a listen, Jerry busts a string so the jam goes a little sideways. I really like the raw Wharf Rat as well. Overall there’s a reason this show doesn’t get talked about much, but we all gotta start somewhere. Epic ride home in a quintessential VW tour bus operated by some serious burnouts. Walls in the back were covered with odd tour detritus, stickers and handbills and a whole fossilised pizza from Red Rocks or some damn place. Reading this back over, it sounds like a scurvy trip and I guess it was. Nice to have been young, oblivious and rubbery enough to spend a night sleeping on a sidewalk.