Slept/crashed in the park by the lake after this show...had been on the road with the band for awhile. So many greats on this one but Phil and Jerry during Eyes of the World is one of those long-lasting memories. Jerry's runs were incredible. During Phil's solo at the end, he kept walking back to his amp and turning up the volume until the crowd was in a frenzy. It sounds great here with the audience...just the way I remember it...haven't heard the Dick's pics...probably muted it down...grab it here if you can...one fuckin' amazin' show!

This was an exciting time of my life. My buddy and I had just moved into a great townhouse in our upstate NY college town. The old crew from back home (NYC) phoned and asked if they could use the apartment as a way station as they followed the band from Binghamton to Rochester and Buffalo. They didn't even have to ask.

Musically, my favorite GD era has always been '68-'72, live and studio. But a Grateful Dead concert has never been solely about the music. It's a party; a chance to see old friends and make new ones. So while I don't have specific memories of this show itself, I'll never forget what a gas it was to have six of my old Dead-head buddies camped out in the apartment.

But listening to this reminds me of why I stopped going to shows. It was exciting hearing the audience (I usually listen to SBDs), sure, but before the music even begins, Bobby is pleading with the crowd to move back. And you can tell by the number of times he has to ask, that, as usual, the audience is not being cooperative. Later, Jerry asks for "mercy" for the people down in front. “It’s hard for us to get off seeing smashed human bodies,” he says.

The buddy who first turned me on to the Dead in 1969, (we'll call him "Bill"), was a beautiful person. He wouldn't hurt a fly. But he refused to take a single step back. "This is the best time to get down front," he would say, referring to the times when some of the crowd relented and shifted slightly back from the stage.

'Bill' followed them around the country, eventually befriended them, partied and even jammed with them in their hotel rooms. But the rear of the arena was less stressful for me, and I soon decided that since I could barely see the band, and the sound wasn't so great, I could get by with one or two of these parties each year, until the mid 1980's, when I stopped going altogether.

MEANING: (for those who never finished high school) My friend 'Bill', the reviewer below and tens of thousands of others missed it, didn't get it and destroyed it. The Grateful Dead were never about hero worship. They were, in fact, precisely against it. They ended up falling victim to it.

the first and last general admission show i ever went to. spent the 1st set working my way up front. arrived there during phil's solo to begin the 2nd set. became a deadhead here. this show remains, to this day, the most amazing show i've ever seen. (150+) the dead fed off the crowd. electric to say the least! a ROCKIN' Minglewood, a precise but passionate 1/2 step(best ever), an unusually hot looks like rain, into a "tired of seeing smashed human bodies up here" dire wolf.....and a jack straw that begins mellow and ends with a fury! the dead were so in sync and just "on" for this show.....eyes/samson to begin the 2nd set! this show was so grate that my 3 friends and i celebrate this day every year. and to top it off, dicks picks agreed that this show deserved recognition and released vol. 34. listen to this show! it's nice to have some validation!!!

This show sounds amazing. I'm givin it 5 stars just for the Mississippi Half-Step, it just goes on and on! I had it on at work and I forgot about what I was doing and got lost somewhere in Jerry land...ACROOSSSSSS, The Rio GRANDEEEEOOOOOOO!
Peace out everyone love ya!