During ’68, Garcia would slip into soft focus on occasion. People would rub their eyes, and wipe their glasses on their shirts; it wasn’t them. It was him. He would not explain where, or from whom, he had learned this trick, and it scared the shit out of Bobby.
By the Fillmore West shows in late February of ’69, he had stopped doing it altogether, and everyone sort of forgot about it. The memory was fuzzy.