Words by Deadheads

The closing of Winterland started several days before New Year’s Eve for me. Five friends and I drove to San Diego for two nights of shows at Golden Hall. The entire trip was fraught with interpersonal issues with which I won’t bore anyone, relationships forming, un-forming, and reforming. Funny how often I look back at what were tremendously […]

I was there and part of the cone head group. I remember getting tickets through the lottery at the Tower Records store in Serramonte, on Geary and one other store, was it Pacific Stereo? The record store gave out numbers for each individual store to buy either two or four tickets the day before. Then

Our major ticket hub was an apartment in the Haight with a wall chart, with all who were assigned a ticket box office there to wait for sales to begin. I was part of a subset of that operation with a few that were waiting in a small number of Central Valley box offices. I

I spent my formative years at Winterland as I attended UC Berkeley from 1973 to 1978. I particularly loved the upstairs woman’s bathroom which had a large window and a place to regenerate. The ladies were lovely and it was as if we were all in this “Dead-thing” together. Unfortunately, the men’s bathroom downstairs was a

My brother, my sister Rosa, and I climbed down the shaft at Winterland that night. My sister fell at least a third of the way down and landed on my brother, who went down first. I was still on the roof, it was night, and I couldn’t see anything, but had to climb down the

I was living in Lagunitas, Calif., in Marin County. We had a big old two-story wood shingled house at the end of the road. I had a baby July 30th, Cheyenne, and counting her, there were around nine people who lived there. Our heat consisted of a wood stove and space heaters. One of the

I was a taper at the time and, though I did not record the show myself, I did meet up with people at the show who did make a great board tape and later sent me a cassette copy. Years later, I was selling stereo and TV gear at a store in Berkeley, and Phil

It was almost exactly 12 midnight when the lights come on to celebrate New Year’s, and looking down on the floor, I find one gram of pure cocaine! I could not believe it. Up all night and ate the breakfast in the morning. ~ Jimymac

When word came out of the closing of the Winterland, several of us happened to be hard-core Deadheads, working entry-level jobs at KOTI-TV, a small television station in Klamath Falls, Ore., a relatively easy seven-hour drive from San Francisco. Erich Lyttle, who was the most experienced creative producer at the station, headed up the idea

I In 1978, I was working at a TV station in Klamath Falls, Ore. that had three other Deadheads working there. We weren’t able to get tickets for New Year’s, so we came up with the idea of sending Bill Graham a videotape request using the Dead’s Saturday Night Live performance of I Need a Miracle>