My first concert was at the Family Dog (Playland at the Beach, Chet Helms) 1970, the last year the Dead could play a small venue. Remember curling up in one of the 3'x3' open cabinets against one wall and letting the woven string magic wash over me. Didn’t realize at the time that it ruined me for the amazing live music scene in San Francisco. The unfair truth, there’s nothing like a Dead show, and though I saw many other amazing artists there, Led Zepplin, The Doors, The Youngbloods, Santana, Beautiful Day, Isaac Hayes, Paul Butterfield, along with the New Year’s Winterland Quicksilver-Airplane-Dead shows, I moved out and on to another state and other thrills. Never missed a Dead show though (attended that Park City show) and moved my live music tastes more towards Dan Hicks, Doc Watson, John Hurt, smaller shows quieter music. Will always miss Jerry and wish he could have found a healthy way to live, what an amazing musician he would be now at 75.