backbacon Posted August 7, 2002 Report Share Posted August 7, 2002 8.4 Alpine Valley WI Early morning, sitting by the side of a lake. Ducks, a dozen seagulls perched on the post of a pier. Milky sky. A water skier roars past going "eeyow!" So, what happened yesterday? Lots of press at the show so you perhaps know already that order and courtesy prevailed, security was cool, there were no riots, no deadhead freaks pissing or passing out on anyone's lawn. It was a musical afternoon and evening which pleasured everyone, it would seem, and provoked none. Best light show I've ever seen. Everyone backstage walking on air. So far, so good. It's cool. We can do this again. The general consensus, voiced over and over, was that the hope of the world lies in music -whoops! Down goes the water skier! - that something more than entertainment was happening - a coming together and mutual recognition of who we were, who we are and who, God willing, we shall continue to be. And we knew, know, that the world was watching, half hoping the good hope, half waiting for any excuse to write this non-aligned force we represent off the map of reality. Non aligned? Well, other than in the mutual acceptance of that tired old peace & love program. You know the one Generations are supposed to die, dammit. Garcia dropped off, that was supposed to write paid to our account. Well, it nearly did, but his physical absence from our stage has become, in a way, its own kind of presence. When Phil sang "Morning Dew" it loomed extra large. I did mostly Jerry's songs in my own set, which wasn't what I had planned but I'm, frankly, not altogether responsible for what comes out of me when I'm up there. I try to let the spirit move me when it will, though said force has often got better things to do than wiggle my tongue and fingers. When I when I wandered onstage there were scores of cameramen filming me, right up against the lip of the stage. I guess I'm a bit thick, somehow I don't expect these things - at least not for my set. But there they were and I managed to look over their heads and forget about them in short order. With 35,000 other people to attend to, it wasn't hard. I played the venue like a club. Told them not to forget to tip the waitress. Found that a sea of faces isn't any more intimidating than a wading poolful. Of course, my sound was fluffed at the onset, as is generally the case, (test me! test me!) but I didn't know about it until later so that was okay. If I'm okay, the audience is okay. The love, as always, was palpable. Food of the gods. When things go wrong for me, it hurts them too. When things go right, we all swim in the same sea of sunshine. The Grateful Dead was truly, undeniably, present in the Other Ones' show, the highs, the lows, the tedium and the triumph, the tenacity of group mind that makes the show an intellectually as well as emotionally challenging experience; the risk taking, the safe spots, the venturing out and returning. The establishment of motifs which re-emerge now and again as stabilizing points in a referendum of familiar strangeness -teases of tunes that never materialize, segues new and old - "China Cat" into "I know you Rider" - Born Crosseyed in the middle of Dark Star! - I wish I was a headlight on a Northbound train. Yes. Maybe so. - Robert Hunter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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