So, there’s this band called the Grateful Dead. Maybe you remember them: they used to be the stars around here. They would travel around the country, and through time and space itself, having adventures and learning about friendship and repeatedly contracting herpes. Sometimes, they would even play music.
The Dead played 52 shows at Madison Square Garden (52, one will note, is between three and five times more than 13) and 9/20/82 was one of those times. Why so vague? Well, Enthusiasts, I’ll be honest with you: I was catching up on today’s latest shit-tornado while listening to it, and I maybe sorta kinda don’t remember a note. Just not paying attention at all.
Lemme look at the setlist.
Okay, I’m getting something here.
- Decent mix.
- Skipped Good Time Blues.
- Skipped Day Job.
- At no time did anyone onstage speak Italian.
- Garcia soloed a bunch.
And there you go. Listen: it’s a Grateful Dead show and they play Grateful Dead music; how bad could it be? You know whether or not you’re going to check it out. My review means nothing. Don’t depend on others for your own happiness.