The Dead Live at The Gorge Amphitheater on 2003-09-21
- The Dead
Tomorrow Never Knows ->
Cryptical Envelopment ->
Caution (Do Not Stop On Tracks)
It Must Have Been The Roses
West LA Fadeaway
Fire On The Mountain
Set 2 (begins)
Brown Eyed Women
Eyes Of The World ->
Night Of A Thousand Stars ->
Estimated Prophet ->
Space (with Joan vocalizing) ->
Standing On The Moon ->
Phil's Donor Rap
E: Sampson & Delilah
E: Brokedown Palace
Set 1 (begins)
01. Tuning/Jam 6:20
02. Truckin' -> 10:32
03. Tomorrow Never Knows -> 8:33
04. Cryptical Envelopment -> 4:56
05. Loser 9:32
06. Alligator -> 8:39
07. Caution (Do Not Stop On Tracks) 12:25
08. It Must Have Been The Roses 6:50
09. West LA Fadeaway 10:05
Total disc time 77:57
Set 1 (continues)
01. Fire On The Mountain 9:15
Set 2 (begins)
02. Loose Lucy 7:58
03. Brown Eyed Women 5:53
04. Eyes Of The World -> 12:12
05. Night Of A Thousand Stars -> 7:22
06. Estimated Prophet -> 9:39
Total disc time 52:21
Set 2 (continues)
01. Drums -> 19:26
02. Space (with Joan vocalizing) -> 12:23
03. Standing On The Moon -> 11:59
04. Cassidy 9:09
05. Sugaree 11:42
06. Phil's Donor Rap 1:02
07. E: Sampson & Delilah 6:15
08. E: Brokedown Palace 6:49
Total disc time 78:49
- 2009-05-17 21:23:28
- Volume maximized with Steinberg Clean-> Tracks separated and adjusted for CD sector boundaries with Diamond Cut 5-> SHN'ed with MKWact - - Both the NT4 and the MXB1002 were on internal battery power.
- George, WA
- Run time
- Taped by
- Bob Clevenger
- Transferred by
- Bob Clevenger
- The Gorge Amphitheater
This incarnation of the band was doomed to not last long - we have Jeff, Joan, Rob, and Jimmy rounding out an octet with the core four. Jimmy sears, as usual, and is a fine fit (has he eve rnot been, in any context?!?)
Sans Warren (who was playing w/ the ABB in Puyallap this same night - dilemma on which side of the state I wanted to travel to), we have a few too many keyboard cooks in the kitchen, although Rob and Jeff have ultimately seemed to break successfully the keyboard curse of Dead lore, esp the latter, who has settled in nicely over these long, post-Jerry years (25 of 'em, now).
I love how Joan breaks the 4th wall on Caution, intoning our pink-guitared, Madonna-t-shirt-wearing, short-shorts-sportin' Bobby to "get in touch with your feminine side"; her little triplicate (Alligator > Caution > Roses) is a first set treat. In set 2, Estimated actually goes through a powerful deconstruction for 10 minutes' of Drums' running time, so keep that in mind.
Fleeting snapshot of a band on the final show of a tour; the core four never really settled as a group, so it's a lot of fun to have attended and seen glimpses of what they were trying to do in different contexts. Really, anything with Jimmy is just dynamite, IMHO...
I'd met this kid at a Rainbow gathering in the Kootenays who'd snuck in from the states with some friends after a few weeks of following the Dead. They'd bought on old shortbus for $300, stuck a temporary plate on it and hit the road for a few shows. The bus eventually lost most of it's brakes, then it's tailights, then it started to stall out while driving. When the temporary permit ran out they decided to drive it as close as they could to the Canadian border, abandon it, sneak into canada and go to some rainbow gatherings.
They risked their stupid lives driving with hardly any brakes, taillights or plates, but the idiots made it. They left the bus on the side of the road across from a forest service road leading into a national forest wilderness area. They walked 22 miles up the forest road to a trail that led to a ridge that just happened to be at the Canadian border. From there they could see a Canadian town. So they bushwacked down, following a stream. Of course the idiots lost the stream and zig-zagged down the mountain taking four days before finding the logging road on the canadian side, but they made it, walked the road to the highway and hitched to the gathering where i met them and spent a week hanging out with one of them.
Coincidently, this was a year of massive wildfires in BC, and sure enough, a ridge near our gathering site caught fire on the last night of the seed camp (pre-gathering set-up). We had to evacuate the camp we'd just set up and hike back down a steep mountain trail. So there was lots of hippies singing 'Fire on the Mountain'. Lots of fires on mountains as we travelled that summer, so...
Anyway, as the gathering ended, we were eager to keep the rainbow vibe going, and so the idea came up that 3 of us would hike over the border and see the last Dead show of the season. We hitched to the town at the end of the logging road that would take us to the foot of the mountain, and spent our last few dolars on nuts and raisins. All I had for shoes were deck mesh shows. And stupid hippie that I was, I was going to climb a mountain wearing them. None of the 3 of us had raingear or a tent, either. This was kind of the spacey rainbow fog we were living in. We expected miracles, and you know what, often that's ridicuclous folly leading to tragedy, but this summer it was working.
I had been to one thrift store in that town and the cheapest shoes were $20. So we just decided we'd go anyway, because we had to. As we were sitting in front of the store, putting our nuts and seeds in our backpacks, this guy approaches us and says he noticed we were travellers and Jesus told him to help us. What did we need? I said shoes. He said how much are those. I said 20 bucks. He said, ok, but there is another thrift store that is cheaper, I'll show you where it is. I got the shoes for 50 cents there, and that's when we saw a tent and realized that it might be better than the tarp we were sleeping on and under together that summer. Oh, and rain gear, why not?
Well, I've not believed in jesus since I was 8 years old, but this guy saved our life. It rained all the second day that we were bushwacking up the mountain. When we reached the top it was snowing, and the snow was already quite deep. We knew that somewhere along the ridge there was a trail going down the american side of the mountain, but we didn't know where, and whether we'd be able to find it in the snow when we got there. We had just nuts and raisins enough for two more days, and water was low too. We started to panic, and one person even started frantically to try to make a fire with wet wood in the snow with the other two of us screaming at them to snap out of it and come the hell along. We decided not to give up and die on the top of a mountain like idiots and kept hiking along the ridge. An hour or so later we found the trail down and were back below the snow line in another hour. A few more hours hiking to the end of the trail, then we camped out. We took off our wet clothes, put up our wet tent, got into our wet sleeping bags and shivered the night away. The next morning we get out of our wet sleeping bags, put our wet clothes back on and set off down the 22 mile logging road to the highway. We hitched for about 20 minutes when we got to the highway before we got a ride. It was evening and we were in the car for maybe 30 seconds when it passes a motel and there in the parking lot is the bus that this guy and his friends abandoned two months earlier. So we get the driver to let us out there, look in the bus and the keys were still in it. Forget that it has no brakes or no taillights or not plates and stales out at every intersection, THIS WAS A MIRACLE! WE WERE GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE LAST DEAD SHOW OF THE SEASON!!
So like idiots we start the bus and it starts we know thats a sign. There's still a bit of gas left in it, and it gets up to the next gas station. We still had no money but begged other drivers for gas at the gas station and they complied, i guess to get us out of their town. We did that all the way to the Gorge, never encountering a cop the whole way. We stalled out making a left turn with a semi coming right at us, but got it started just in time to save our lives.
We still didnt have tickets or money to buy tickets. But we had Miracle, which was what we called the bus by then. We parked the bus and went off in search of a miracle. When the show was a few songs in and we couldn't find tickets, we decided to walk around the parking lot to see if there was a good spot to move the bus where we'd hear the show better. Turns out, the bus was already parked in the best spot, and we sat on the bus listening to the show. We said 'Miracle just wanted to see one last show. She brought us here, despite everything.' Was a great night, and in the morning we got up early, scavenged empties (which were non-refundable in Washington, but refundable in Oregon where we were going, so we loaded up the bus and headed out.
We actually made it as far as Bend, ORE in this deathtrap heatscore of a bus. where after a fairly ridiculous encounter with police in the parking lot of a supermarket, we abandoned Miracle at the curb of some residential neighbourhood. On our way hitching out of town we met some homeless kids and told them where to find the bus if they had the nerve to take it.
I passed through town a year later and found those kids. They did take the bus, and parked it on a friends land and lived in it for a winter. It's either still there, or 14 years later, on the same 30 day temp plate, enabling some other idiot hippies to tour with Dead and Company or something.
Subject: Good '03 show
Good vibrations all around.
Subject: 2003 - Tour Closer !!
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