My favorite encore was Good Lovin in Augusta Maine after a blistering Dew - fall '84.
There were no tickets and me and this other guy just started picking-up empty cans and putting them into an emtpy trash can. We filled the can and then walked into with the trash can filled with empty cans. The security guards just assumed that we must have worked there or something and just let us in.
There was this half-inch gymnasium padding on the floor. The show was just a mess of hair and dancin bones. As Jerry said: "golden yummies" - "the best of everything was just all around." It was kaleidescope of sound. The music played the band for sure. Sweet dead-head babes were everywhere. The best!


