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Great read, Alan. I was there. This brings back lots of memories. Especially Garth's preamble leading into the Band all re-emerging after the rain came down. It was amazing. When the Dead came on at noon(ish), it was HOT, I was flying, and lying down right in front of the stage. By the time they got 30m into their set, there was no lying down anywhere. We were all jammed in, shoulder to shoulder, most of us fried out of our brains, but all of us collectively swaying back and fourth as they played for hours. It's quite an experience, and it was not an option. When you're surrounded by a few 100 thousand people all jammed up tight, real close and personal, what one does, we all do. It was quite amazing. However, I am going to have to say, Gerard was probably NOT fried out of his mind, because later on, when the Brothers came on, it was pretty brutal. The rain caused the temps to drop significantly, and when the sun went down, we were all drenched and it was freaking cold, teeth chattering cold. I had to drag my ass back to where they had at least some camp fires burning and I just invited myself into one circle to try drying off and warming up. It's not easy to "dry off" when still in the drenched cloths, so that whole experience was less than delightful, but hey, I was there! I hitch hiked with a friend about 150 mi from Poughkeepsie, lost him in the first hour or two after dosing out on window pane, and ended up hitching out soon as the sun rose, kinda dry, but not really, but definitely thankful there were like minded people there who would actually stop for someone looking like what I know I must have that morning. (wouldn't know, I had lost my glasses somewhere along the way : ) Oh, I was 16 in '73, and am happy to have survived all that life was throwing at us back then. Many didn't.

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I just read the chapters in your book! Terrific. So much more detail than previously written. I went to Watkins Glen and can testify it was a chaotic scene. The NY State Thruway was stopped! Folks passing joints between cars simply by sticking a hand out the window. We abandoned the car miles from the racetrack and I slept in a cornfield. I have a vague memory of music in the night. Sound check? Saturday was hot then wet then humid. Seeing the stage was a Herculean task but sure, the sound was good. A parachuter appeared and a giant flare ignited and later, we learned he was a fatality. Food was scarce but the freaks shared. We stayed through the Band and despite my love for the Brothers (had recently caught them in March or May on Long Island), and my indifference to The Dead, we knew leaving would be a nightmare. So yeah, adios. My pal and I packed up and bid a muddy adieu to Watkins Glen. Funny, I left my camera in the car so have only one pic of the road out but I still have my unused, unripped Ticketron “Summer Jam” ticket! $10 well spent. Ha. Every Allman fan needs this book and I’m purposely putting it down so as to not finish it fast.

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