astroman99 wrote:Saw both those JGB shows...crowded , but good shows, nice walk to my parents after the show, don't remember much... but it was a good time. 
Absolutely! Great time in the parking lot after the show too!
Installment 2: We got into the show and had our pick of anywhere we wanted to stand. We choose just a little back and center of Jerry`s mike. From what I recall the stage seemed really low. Like 3 feet up. Perfect! I`ve never experienced a more pleasant sound than what came out of Jerry`s guitar that night. Even his MXR Distro+ with feedback just wrapped itself around my ears like a warm fuzzy blanket. I don`t remember many of the songs he played that nite. But a cool thing kept happening thru-out the show. He kept on making eye contact with me and riffing off my energy. He was playing me!
I`d first read about this concept in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Tests. The bus was rolling thru NYC and Kesey was on top playing flute. He was looking at people and playing the energy they were putting out. For example, they passed a woman who was nervously rushing so he played fast staccato notes to mimic what she was putting out. I`d had this experience with JG before at Ventura. I was about 30 rows back staring at his fingerboard when he made a motion with his guitar that shifted my gaze. He was looking right at me! I felt my truest feelings rise from my toes to my eyes. I felt afraid, unworthy and world-weary. He frowned, farted out a note or two that reflected my energy and did that quick little raised eye-brow thing over his glasses and looked away. I wanted him to try me again when I was ready but the universe tells no lies. You can`t prepare for that kind of truth. It just is. Never looked my way again those 2 shows.