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DrippingColors
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Springtime for Deadheads

#136125 2 years, 4 months ago
The first day of Spring used to mean Hampton Coliseum for me and my fellow Midwesterners. The band would always play there in late March. Some people used to reserve a room in the nearby Hampton Inn for the entire month pending the announcement of the 2-3 night stand. The place looks like a giant faucet knob. Back in the 80's, you would pass the US Bong Factory along the way, with it's proud blue letters clear for all to read. The Hampton parking lot was a mix of Renaissance fair and Ringling Bros. Inside, there is a large archway at the back of the floor, so you could see, hear and dance from the spacious layout of the concourse.

We always stayed in nearby Virginia Beach, which was in it's off season, so you could get a room for around $25 a night. It wasn't quite warm enough to swim in the Atlantic, but walking on the beach with other dazed, but beaming heads from scattered origins was the best way to greet the new season. With ten people in the room, we'd basically sleep and shower for free. Everybody in the room knew somebody else but, no one knew everybody. I had friends who would always get two adjoining rooms, one for the drowsies and one for the dropsies. Kind of a bozo vs. bolo thing. The hotel operators weren't too pleased, but they were really no match for the crafty tour brats in this game. after all we had been in the concert business longer than they were in the hotel security business. If they wouldn't let you in the lobby without a room key, than we'd send one person down with two keys, ten times, like stubbing someone down to the floor. If they tried to check ID's and lists there were side doors and windows. They couldn't really do anything unless they caught extra people sleeping in the room. Once a sudden knock woke the whole room. The guy sleeping in front of the doorway leaped into the bathroom, out of view, toting his bedroll and pillow, in one clean motion, from a dead start. You can't mess with instincts like that. We'd exit in the morning in pairs, leaving no evidence of the flophouse style dormitory from the night before. On the last night, the maid left us ten towels.

In 1985 Jerry broke into a Bertha for the first time since his dope bust the previous winter. When Jerry got around to singing, "test me, test me..." the roar of the crowd blew the roof off the the place. "WHY DON"T YOU ARREST ME!" There was Garcia, sheepishly grinning at the reaction, and returning with a "THROW ME IN THE JAILHOUSE, UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN!" and it was all screams and giggles on the floor.

I remember watching close up from the floor and getting distracted by a flailing, falling drunk guy who could not be subdued. I finally moved as the band broke into Terrapin. Happy with the sound and sight lines of my new location, I started rocking a bit when I sensed a void behind me. Looking back I saw an older bald guy wearing high top sneakers and... that's it. He was staggering around, when I thought, "Oh, God not again, and during Terrapin?" I tried to focus on the music but I glanced back just in time to see him do an Olympic face plant onto the concrete floor. Bruised and bloodied, he twitched and shook like he was having a seizure. A few of us went out to the concourse to find help when some roadie type guys were already being directed onto the floor. One guy, in a Hell's Angels type jacket commented with a grin, "no shit, he's totally naked?' as he cracked out a couple of ammonia tabs. The guy got up and zig zagged towards the exits as the sea of people parted when he approached. It's amazing the wide berth a crowded room will afford you if you're inebriated and not wearing any clothes.

While dancing in the concourse the next year, yucking it up with the cops and concession workers, who were wearing tie dyes and bopping behind the counters by the last night, I noticed two of the biggest, meanest security guards I'd ever seen pushing their way into the floor area with very serious, hippie stomping looks on their faces. I shook my head at the contrast between these hulking, Sherman tank sized men and the basically peaceful and harmless kids on the floor. After a few minutes they reemerged, not with scalps or handcuffs, but laughing hysterically while rubbing their heads. One of the guys pointed at the policeman and exclaimed, "man, there's a fucking party going on in there!"

Phil then said something inaudible into the microphone as I leaned forward trying to hear. A few notes were played when, what only could be described as a wave of music and human emotion undulated through the venue. I pushed myself into the morass to hear what was happening. The lyrics to Box of Rain were heard at a Grateful Dead concert for the first time in eleven years. No one I knew ever thought they would step in to splintered sunlight on any morning, any evening or any day. I tried to soak up the words to everybody's favorite poem scribed by Robert Hunter. This was easily the highlight of my then seven year long career as a deadhead. When the song and the set ended, people raced to the concourse to make phone calls and tell their friends of the unforeseen turn of events. For you young'ns, people didn't used to carry their phones in their pockets. You had to find a phone attached to a wall somewhere and drop quarters into it. Lots of them for a long distance call. It reminded me of an old movie where reporters rushed to a pay phone to holler, "stop the presses" and file a report for a special edition, for some real news, like Hiroshima or Sputnik. I'm guessing every phone call began with, "dude you'll never guess what they just played!"

Twenty five years later we're still celebrating the new season with music and dance. Unfreakin' believable. Spring is here. Feel the warm sun on your face. Dig your hands into the dark, rich soil. Take your bicycle off the hooks and ride late into the evening. Love thy neighbor. Polish your rainbow. May the supernatural life force of your choosing bless and keep you for another year. Don't forget the spf 30.



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Last Edit: 2 years, 4 months ago by DrippingColors.
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136127 2 years, 4 months ago
Good times!
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136136 2 years, 4 months ago
man thanls for the memories you just stubbed down from the back of my brain to the front
If i told ya all that went down,it would burn off both your ears
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136137 2 years, 4 months ago
The boys seemed to always play my town in april. Well, for awhile. Til they got too big for us. Always a lot of fun.
I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136179 2 years, 4 months ago
Thanks for the Hampton stories. I never saw the band there but my friends did.
For an East Coast DH, the seasons were also signaled by GD shows. The first sign of Spring was the tour announcement. Fall was ushered in by the MSG run. After '95 every September I felt like I should be riding that LIRR train to MSG to see more shows. It took quite a few years for that feeling to wear off, sort of like when you finish school, and come next September you feel like it should be the first days of classes.
These are the good old days!!
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136182 2 years, 4 months ago
You had to find a phone attached to a wall somewhere and drop quarters into it. Lots of them for a long distance call. It reminded me of an old movie where reporters rushed to a pay phone to holler, "stop the presses" and file a report for a special edition, for some real news, like Hiroshima or Sputnik. I'm guessing every phone call began with, "dude you'll never guess what they just played!"


yup, the good old days, no cell phones, no internet, just the knowledge that the band was playing somewhere and you HAD to be there, back then there was none of this stubhub, presale freaking frenzy to score tickets. I went to many shows without tickets and got shut out only once I remember being proud of the fact that at 1 point, I had never been shut out and had always scored my lot extra from a kind brother or sister, bought 1 or 2 fakes along the way too, I remember meeting some dude at a mini mart October 1989 who noticed my window stickers, we talked for 5 minutes and he said, hey, they're playing as "the warlocks" in Hampton Va, wanna go? unfortunately, I was in college, working, couldnt just take off that day and go to Hampton (6-7 hourdrive}.
I still regret that decision
-- smell every flower --
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136190 2 years, 4 months ago
bmp
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Thank You ! Wonderful read !
She tries to live by the golden rule.
Said you treat other people right,
Other people probably treat you cool.
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136193 2 years, 4 months ago
I remember flying down to Verginia on people express. $32. I missed the Box breakout in Hampton, however later that tour at the Spectrum in Philadelphia there was a noticable buzz in the croud at the end of the first set. My friend asked me what was going on, I told him that Box was coming. When the boys went into it, the place went nuts. There was only one louder audience buzz in Philadelphia, both during and especially at the end of a song. That was the night they broke out Unbroken Chain. We had all been waiting for that to be played for about 20 years, never thinking the day would ever come. What a magic special moment when it did.
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136203 2 years, 4 months ago
a whole book could and should be written about Grateful Dead and Hampton....so many good times!.I still rate the last show of Hampton 1987(Terrapin>space>Fantasy) near the top! Jerry was smiling,joking,busting on Weirs antics.You can see a little clip if you put "Jerry Garcia,Rock Star" in on you tube.
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Re: Springtime for Deadheads

#136206 2 years, 4 months ago
What an awesome post. Thanks. I always thought is was so cool how you could count on the Dead at a certain time. For us it was always Vegas for my Birthday.
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