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