Tripper,
Thank you for doing what you did.
Friday afternoon I was talking to a buddy (from Chicago who saw the second to last show in 95) and we were discussing driving down to San Antonio for the Widespread show (about 6.5 and 8 hours drive respectively from our current locations). We made excuses, they will be in ABQ and Telluride next weekend, we can just catch those, etc. After I hung up the phone I considered the drive to Chicago. For a brief moment the college chauncey reared his idealistic head. I remember waking up on a Friday in 1998, it was noon, I was bleary eyed and in a strange bed in a strange house. This was before the internet and text messages. I knew Widespread was playing in Nashville that night, about 8 hours away from Chapel Hill, and with the time change we'd have time to make it early first set. Called a buddy from my house phone after I stumbled home, he was down, we hit the road, made it to Riverfront park just as Low Rider was coming on. Low Rider was my tripping song. Every time I ate acid, somehow someway this song would come on the radio, movie, tv, stereo. Anyways, that night led to an impromptu trip to Memphis for Saturday's show. One of the best road trips I've taken. Carefree times, great memories.
Back to this Friday, I'm sitting in my hotel room in bum #### NM thinking of heading to Chicago, because, it is the Grateful Dead and their last shows and I ####ied out in 95 when they were in Charlotte. I did the math, 20 hours drive, I can make it by first set if I just take a few cat naps in OK and IL. I was almost ready to commit when 37 year old chauncey ####ied out again. Of course it is ridiculous for a grown man to drive 20 hours to see a band, at the last minute, avoiding his prior engagements and responsibilities. At least that is what I told myself. Now I am left with some good internet audio streams and some future videos of the final shows of the greatest band that ever toured.
Tripper, thank you for doing what I wasn't able to or willing to do. Just the fact that you pulled a last minute audible and drove a thousand miles to see a band makes the world right. The whole FFA (or at least 15 of us) was living vicariously through you.