From: (deadhead)
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 15:30:32 -0600
Subject: [BARGE] deadhead's trip report

You know how awfully weird you feel and all the distortions of reality
you get when you go for without sex for two days?  That was part of
it.

Having been graduated from UNM a few months prior and then moving to
New Hampshire to find a job, I left my lover while she finished up her
degree.  Twenty five years later, I realize I miss my motorcycle more
than her, but it was still a bit lonely and that was before I caught a
cold.

Still, I figured I'd ride out to SPAC, the first show of the mini
summer tour.  I could see the boys once again, sell the rest of my
tickets and ride my Moto Guzzi back to NH.

Sell my tickets?  I was a bit burnt out.  My first show was 1-15-79.
It was awesome.  Computers?  No; we found out via the hotline and word
of mouth.  The lifestyle accommodated a broad spectrum of SES; you
could hitch-hike to a show and buy at ticket for $10 or you could fly
across the country--or world--and stay in a fancy hotel, but that was
to come later.  Although I had some of my best times there,
something--again, maybe it was just my cold and the cold of
loneliness--told me it was time to hang it up.  One final show.

<http://www.archive.org/details/gd1985-06-27.nak300.morris.106788.flac16>

Holy fuck.

What was I thinking?  Damn.  I wished I had packed a change of
clothes, much less a tent.  But I still had my tickets.  I was going
to sell them when I got there, but the vibe took hold, so I'd sell
them after the show.  But I didn't expect, HOLY FUCK!  The old guy was
on fire.

Long strange story elided, I motored out to Hershey, Merriweather x2,
and ... Pittsburgh.

I always figured there'd come a time when I'd look back and regret my
misspent youth.  Mebbe, but it han't happened yet.

s/Grateful Dead/BARGE/g

Thanks Nick, for the sed tip.  Ya done good!
-- 
deadhead