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While the Storyteller Speaks

Deadhead reading in line at Winterland, San Francisco, 12/31/1978. Dark Star banner that reads "1535 Days Since Last SF Dark Star" flys in the balcony, Winterland, San Francisco, 12/31/1978. Two Deadheads lean over balcony. New Year’s Eve, December 31, 1978. Photo by Jarid S. Johnson.

Their Job is to Shed Light

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  • | The Dirtiest Look
  • | Willie Proclaimed
  • | Certain Hallucinogens
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| Extremely Altered

Words by Deadheads

I remember being extremely altered that night, as were most of the attendees. Early on in the night, I was at the side of the stage holding hands and dancing with Alan (Trist), Ken Kesey and Loose Bruce (Baxter). Alan and I considered that to be when we got married. I remember Bill Murray being […]

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| The Air Was Thick

Words by Deadheads

After arriving at 5:30 p.m. for an 8 p.m. show, we were treated to a viewing of Animal House. As the credits were rolling at 8 p.m., the screen rolled up and New Riders started playing. The band was geared up for this performance, playing well all of their best tunes including Panama Red and

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| Its Cold Grip

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I was an employee of Bill Graham’s F.M. Productions in the sound department and on the rotating house crew of Winterland from fall ’77 through its closing. I remember the bones of the building, from the basement parking garage and engine room, which still had the massive ammonia refrigeration system used to make the floor

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| Friends Assured Me

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It was my 18th birthday and I’m sure it was amazing, but the memories are very foggy. My friends assured me I had a great time. ~ Melanie Richard

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| Gazing Down

Words by Deadheads

I used to hang out up top, Jerry’s side, and would gaze down from that perch, feeling truly blessed and like I was being allowed in on a cosmic secret. I remember the helical concrete ramps echoing with the whoops of joyous Deadheads. ~ Hillary Kline

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| Karma Is Beautiful

Words by Deadheads

I was in college, living up in Seattle as a short experiment, away from California. My boyfriend and I scraped and sent away for our tickets, but as a back-up, I also asked my mom, who lived in the East Bay suburbs, where I grew up, to go into Berkeley and stand in line for

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| The Dirtiest Look

Words by Deadheads

I was born and raised in San Francisco, and Winterland was a rite of passage. It was where the family would see the Ice Capades, and my dad and uncles would love to see boxing. I was a stage manager working at KQED TV in San Francisco when I was assigned to the live broadcast

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| Willie Proclaimed

Words by Deadheads

The day began early in the morning in Florida, a day after my brother got married. I quickly ran to the airport where I could hurry up and wait for my flight to San Francisco. I was picked up from the airport for a quick pit-stop, some dinner and a change into my costume as

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| Certain Hallucinogens

Words by Deadheads

Just prior to midnight, my best friend and I were able to make our way through the crowd. We got very close to the stage where a million balloons fell down upon us from the rafters of this great old building as Sugar Magnolia played in our ears. We were definitely feeling the effects of

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| Bill Was the Mayor

Words by Deadheads

Anytime we played well was the best moment for me you know, and we played well many times at Winter­land. So, any one performance? Nah, it was just all those great performances you know. We didn’t have a curfew; the curfew was flexible there because Bill was the mayor. It was good because we could

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