Short review: Loved the show! Can't wait to go back tonight! Longer Review: THE SCENE: I have to start by admitting that I wasn't expecting much. I'm not a big Trey guy and the ticket prices and other costs put me off a bit - was this just a money grab? Even the parking was $60! Then a good omen: it turns out my son's girlfriend's father works at Levi's and got me parking passes to the VIP garage next to the stadium. (After all these years of putting money into raising this kid, he's finally paying off!) Someone handed me a long stem American Beauty Rose as I entered (They gave out roses to the first 45,000 attendees). Food and drink was absurdly expensive, as one expects at a stadium these days. Regular American beer was $10.25. Water $5.75, etc. T-shirts were $40 and a ball cap was $35 (yea, I bought one and will be getting a couple of T's tonight - but I'm not the only sucker). THE SHOW My seats were in the second level, on the opposite end of the stadium as the band, dead center. A LONG way away but we could easily see on the giant screens. The guys came on around 40 minutes late (Stoner Standard Time). They opened with Truckin'. At the beginning the sound was just plain bad - way too much bass (I know that's almost sacrilege around here), but by the end of the song the sound was dialed in and pretty darn good considering the size of the venue and where I was sitting. Then, (and I couldn't make this up), a rainbow appeared above the stage!

Truckin' was followed by my all-time favorite Dead song, Uncle John's Band. Then they pulled out a bunch of old material: Alligator, Cumberland Blues, Born Cross-eyed, Cream Puff War, and Viola Lee Blues to close out the first set. The second set started with another oldie, Cryptical Envelopment. Then they played the first three sides of Live Dead: Dark Star > St. Stephen > The Eleven > Turn on Your Love Light. This was followed by drums > What's Become of the Baby > Space > The Other One. They ended with Morning Dew and encored with Casey Jones. Trey fit right in without being overbearing or being a Jerry clone. And it was very cool seeing that big hunk of cocobolo a hundred feet long all night.

I'm in the pit tonight for a more up close and personal experience. I not sure I can stand that long without chemical friends anymore, but I'm going to give it a try. For the Chicago shows I'll be comfortable on my couch with pay-per-view, free beer, and no bathroom lines. lol Bill, tgo