A place to talk about the music of the Grateful Dead
hippieguy1954 wrote:Awesome photo! I was there for the first show of that '85 run. Used to fly out there every year just for it. Was always well worth it.Thanks! It was hand held, it was a pretty nice Canon SLR my dad got when he was in Vietnam. I have 20-30 more and a couple shots of Phil and Jerry that came out pretty well. I'm surprised that anything that anything came out in the state I was in trying to work that camera
Did you use a tripod? That's really good if you were holding the camera.
hippieguy1954 wrote:Very cool! Ya had a great camera and got lucky/skills considering the peripherals involved.At 19, I'm saying mostly lucky. My dad showed me a few things about photography and I had done some B&W developing in high school. I'd love to find the negatives, that print had been sitting out since 1985 and has some smudges and dirt on it. Looks like Jerry spilled wine or kool aid on his pants
jeffm725 wrote:no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb.....My first Rocks show too, and my last. Made it to Telluride a couple of years later.
Great pics!
I was there too. 18 years old, first red rocks shows for me.
gmchart wrote:Hey Smolder, any chance you know a local band called Faux Pas? Headed up by a husband and wife team named Denis and Ann Johnson. Denny is a scary good guitar player. Our brother Tom has been playin' keys with them for a while.Have not, but will keep an eye out for them. We stay mostly in Evergreen and surrounding biker bars... the real market, especially for anything remotely progressive, is Denver. And of course the 'like the radio' cover bands do well out at the resorts in summit county.
Smolder wrote:Cool shot for sure.Those are cool towns, I had a friend back in Virginia who had just moved from Kittredge who became one of my greatest friends and one helluva songwriter hooked me and my three high school buddies up with the lyricist he wrote with. He gave us a place to stay in Kittredge and was our local tour guide. I still speak regularly with all three of them. When I got to the shows I run into a handful of people from college (I was a freshman at Virginia Tech). One of them became a bandnate for 27 years and counting. Several others I am still close to, one we lost tragically a few months later in a motorcycle accident (the last show I went to with him). Now, I'm on a web formum hearing stories from folks I'm just getting to know. Cool!
While my initiation was via several spring/summer/fall '77 shows in the midwest, I followed that with making the drive to red rocks (and McNichols) for many years. After a few years off I made my way out again in '87... and spent a tragic night in Chief Hosa. The overdose of a camper (I did not know him) convinced me to go home rather than continue to follow the trail for what turned out to be an epic show in Telluride.
Those early trips are how I discovered Morrison, Evergreen, Kittredge, and other surrounding mountain towns west of Denver. I live here now. I wanted my son to have the colorado rockies out-of-doors experience growing up.
