Can’t sleep, and neither can Shawn, so I have been corrupting him with the Grateful Dead all night (sorry, haters, he likes them, although he really likes the Jerry Garcia Band better), and we just listened to the Dead live at Buckeye Lake on 1 July 1992.
That was a big concert for me, because I got out of the Army and Germany just three days before, and went to the show with my brother, both sisters, and Jesse, my brother’s buddy. As soon as I got there, I ditched them, and this was pre cell phone days, so I just let my freak flag fly all day and was off on my own doing my own thing. Young, happy, in shape, and free.
I’d spent the last couple years swilling German beer, so the only thing I drank all day was Guiness, and I was wearing a white t-shirt and my Vuarnets and red Alpha Sig hat. All I really remember is majoring in street pharmacology (I would go into details but it would make my mom cry) for the day and having Guiness and grass stains over my whole body when I woke up the next day, but the best part was that Steve Miller was the opening act and actually showed up on stage with them for the second set.
I vividly remember feeling like 200% as the sun set and the sounds of the Steve Miller Band were rolling up the hill, calling us down to the show. And the encore was Baba O’Riley.