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Set 1:
Help On The Way
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Franklin's Tower
Little Red Rooster
Brown-Eyed Women
When I Paint My Masterpiece
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Set 2:
Iko Iko
Long Way To Go Home
Truckin'
Terrapin Station
Drums
Space
The Days Between
Throwin' Stones
Not Fade Away

Encore:
I Fought The Law

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Lots of pepper spray.
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I had tickets to the Easter show the night before, it would have been my first show, but it was cancelled. It was a sad night at the campground.

The next day the lot was great. The show had started and people began to crowd together at the entrance. I guess a group of idiots thought they were owed a show and stormed the doors. I've never seen such chaos, people getting hit with clubs, cops in riot gear, more cop cars than I've ever seen before or since. Once the gate-crashers either made it in or were taken away some real heads tried to form a drum circle, that's when the helicopters started dropping pepper gas bombs. Me and my friends ducked into a bus with some strangers to escape the gas. What a night.

I didn't stop me from going to more shows, but what are people thinking when they do stupid stuff like? I think the encore sums up the show.
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Right, now it is all coming back to me. I came over there with a bunch of people from Tampa. The day before was to be my first show but, it got canceled because Bob Weir's dad came down with a serious illness. Outside the arena on that day it was still mobbed with people who hadn't heard or maybe they cancelled it close to show time (I can't quite recall). Anyway, people were really bummed out but, also trying to feel compassionate and eventually everyone slowly drifted away.
The next day I was hanging out with everyone well before show time just taking it all in and enjoying the scene. Me and my cousin set up shop in the middle of "Shakedown Street" and sold about six cases of beer at a dollar a pop in about a half hour. This basically paid for our tickets, gas, food and lodging for the trip. Some people might be down on that but, the way I look at it you've got to be enterprising because Dead tickets and travel costs money. Besides I think people really appreciated a nice cold beer at a cheap price for their walk on up to the arena. Lastly, you are much less likely to be hassled by the cops, let alone arrested, selling beer rather than trying to sell something of a more illicit nature. Police "get" beer. They "don't get" weed, acid, mescaline, 'shrooms etc. I digress.
So anyway, I didn't have a ticket to the show that night but, my cousin who had seen tons of shows did. He miracled me at the last minute, wished me luck and I headed on in for my first Dead show where I hooked up with the rest of my friends.
Musically, I guess in the panoply of all Dead shows this isn't regarded as one of their better nights but, it was my first show and I thought it was terrific and really had a great time.
It only occurred to me after the show the irony of them closing with "I Fought The Law".
As I was leaving after that song everyone began coughing uncontrollably because of the tear gas/pepper spray that had been used on the crowd of people who apparently bought into the rumor that their tickets for prior night would be honored on this night (how that makes any sense at all in an enclosed arena with a finite number of designated seats is beyond me)
So there sure wasn't much hanging out after that show due to the poisoned air. As we were leaving someone put a flyer in my hand inviting us to come to "The Farm". We all agreed to caravan up there and I can't remember where the hell it was exactly, just that it felt about thirty miles outside the city in the middle of nowhere.
In my memory The Farm was the best part of the trip. There were, I don't know, a few thousand people with their tents spread out all over this guy's farmland. It was awesome. I remember a lot of guitar playing, hanging out by the camp fire, hacky sack (how and why that ever became so tightly integrated into the Dead scene remains a mystery to me), various recreational sex, drugs and R&R. I remember the police flying over the area that night in their helicopter shining their spotlight down on the throngs of people. Spent a lot of time walking around just soaking up the love-filled vibe of the Dead tribe. Have a distinct memory of waking up early the next morning before most everyone and hearing someone playing "Morning Dew" on their boom box just as the sun was rising. Ahh, what a memory.
-Anonymous (04/17/2009)

Now I remember! What I and my sister Mindy heard was that Kreutzman's father had passed away. Who knows what the real story was. But the party around the lake in front of the arena went on and I was completely unaware of the riot (whichever night that happened) until I read it about it right now!!!!
We went into town and stopped at several bars and they were filled with us and the music being played was ours. And we had a great time at the uncancelled show the next night, speaking from the perspective of someone whose first show was Fillmore East Nov'71.
- (09/17/2021)

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