Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Over There

The close-up photos lie; we were never that close. This is how we saw the Grateful Dead: those tiny, loud fuckers over there.


9/28/75 at Lindley Meadows, of course. (There might be no other show so discrete: it’s the most readily-identifiable show they ever played. Plus, there were a fuckton of shots taken. There’s, like, one picture of the One From The Vault show. There’s none from the time(s) they wedged the Wall of Sound into a jai-alai fronton. Just a handful from Woodstock. But the free gig under an assumed name in the park on a chilly Northern California day? Millions of pics.


“What it’s called–”

Oh hey, Precarious.

“–is omniaxial asymmetry.”

The speakers?

“Yeah. There’s no direction you can fold ’em in half cleanly.”


“Easier that way.”



  1. WOW… that first line is so true and look how well dressed and proper the crowd is … makes me proud to be one or them!!!

  2. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    February 18, 2018 at 12:46 pm

    More speakers than stage!

  3. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    February 18, 2018 at 1:12 pm

    Here is that same photo, just zoomed in a little

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