My first true, great love: The Grateful Dead. No matter where I wander, no matter how far I stroll, I always come home to my Grateful Dead. And they always sound as good as the first time I heard them. Ask any Dead Head "why?" Odds are they won't be able to put it into words. But one look at their smile and you'll see why.
My reason... my favorite Grateful Dead song before I finally saw them live was "Jack Straw." I absolutely adored that song, especially the version from Europe '72. So its 1990, I think, and the Dead are playing at Carter Finley in Raleigh. Jud's mom gets us 10th row for the show. And finally, I'm getting in to see the Dead (I've tried a few times prior, but never with a ticket). I'm on cloud nine and then it happens... I see the boys walk out on stage. My knees are shaking watching Jerry walk out just 10 rows up. They tune up and fiddle for a minute and then open the show with......... Jack Straw. I had tears in my eyes. And that friends and neighbors is why people followed those amazing guys around................
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