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Originally Posted by The Porn Nerd
Quick Jerry Garcia (and Bob Weir) story: Back in 1991 I had an interview with both of them before their show at Nassua Coliseum on Long Island. There we were, just Jerry, Bob, me and my girlfriend sitting knee-to-knee in this tiny room backstage. I don't remember what we rambled on about but it was 45 minutes of wonderfulness. LOL
Then someone came in to get Jerry 15 minutes before the show to "take his medicine". I asked Weir what that was and he said "Jerry gets two joints a day. He's gonna smoke one before the show."
The thing I remember the most is how Jerry kept staring at my GF's giant tits through his rose-colored shades. Haha!!
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My Jerry memory is from a job as well. The music magazine I wrote for sent me and a couple others to the Grateful Dead show. We were actually there to interview all the people that set up shop and create the traveling city that would follow the dead around. It didn't go very well - nobody wanted to talk to "The Man." So instead we drank a bottle of absinthe I had gotten about a month earlier. It was brewed by a local guy and had wormwood in it (and was hence illegal).
The booze hit right about the time the show started and all three of us were tripping balls as The Dead played. About halfway through the show the photographer that was with me turns to me, his eyes wide and high as fuck and says, "I don't think I'm gonna make it!" Before I could respond a hippie in front of us turned around, put his hands on the photographer's shoulders and looked him right in the eye then said, "It's gonna be okay man, Jerry will guide you!"
That night we drank the other bottle and danced around a big bonfire like something out of Lord of the Flies.