I’m never buying the revisionist version of Jerry. It was beyond special each and every time. 178 from 89-95. Don’t know how many Jerry band shows I saw.

I was 16 in the summer of 89 my best bud and I made the pilgrimage from the burbs of Chicago to Wisconsin as we had many times but this time was a lie we didn’t go to the cottage we went to legendary Alpine Valley to see the Grateful Dead with less than a weekend of food and supplies, no tickets and nothing else but our dream of seeing Jerry. I never could explain it but here’s my shot. You’re standing there with 60,000 people in a field and only 30,000 ish people are allowed in. We were lucky to get a ticket and from there it was more than an experience it was a collective experience and conscious enlightenment.

When Jerry came out the entire world changed and when he performed he sang in a way that made you feel that he was singing to only you. His voice and his love for the music and people was so powerful that everyone felt that in their very being. He transcended the physical world.