Grateful Dead - Black Peter (Pittsburgh, PA 7/8/90) 

You all still play?

Inouïe! Indicible! The Black Peter outro is not to describe. Unspeakable.

This brought a tear to my eye. Ill never forget meeting Jerry at a Go Ahead Band show in Oakland at the Omni. Us little Deadheads had made our way out to Oakland for New Years from Minnesota. I think we were 16 years old. My buddies wanted pictures with him but I held back to go solo as I wanted to give him this amulet I had on a necklace. It was a bronze pyramid with a glass eye in the center. So i went over and got blocked by a few entourage women, i told them i had something for Jerry and they let me past. He was sitting alone at a lowtop square table and i sat next to him and said "Hey Jerry, ive got something for you" he said "oh yeah?" "What is it?" I held it up to the stage lights, but it was too dark to see. So i held a lighter behind it and the eye took life and glowed. It surprised him as he sat up and turned to face me and said "Wow ! Did you make that yourself ? " i said no I didnt , but its the coolest thing ive seen in a while and i wanted to give it to you". He said "thanks man !" And instead of autograph or pic, i said, can I get a hug ? He said "yeah man", and got to freaking hug the Jer Bear... it was the greatest! I squeezed him as strong as I could ...lol fuck yes! This was awesome. So my friends and I partied the night away and we saw the band the next night. Flash forward 10 years and I see this Amulet on Annabelles neck in Rolling Stone Mag featuring the kids of rock stars. I could not believe my eyes! Jerry gave it to his Daughter, how cool !..flash forward 15 more years. I look online for Annabelle try an email and ask if its her, and before long im emailing back and forth as she is in tears because she was just thinking of her Dad and minutes before my email had asked him to send a sign if he could hear her. My contact was Jerrys contact. Holy heavy shit Batman. She emailed a pic of the amulet pinned to her wall in her art studio where she put it to remind herself of pops. She said out of the thousands of things she had received over the years that was her favorite . It was a meanigful talisman between her and her father that she and her sisters used to gaze through and imagine wonderous things. So my contact to her brought my Meeting Jerry full circle. If you see her please give a big heartfelt hug on my behalf.😊

@@OCDHIFiGuy What a killer story man! You gotta call in to Tales from the Golden Road and tell them that one I’m sure they’d love to hear it and so would everyone else

@@mygrassisblue1234 thanks man, ill look for it !

Exactly!

A. Story teller. Jah Herb Jah Jerry from Tucson Arizona Sonoran 🏜️ desert 🍄🌵🇯🇲🇺🇸🌍

100% Well said.. Wharf Rat, Loser, Sugaree, Dire Wolf.. among many others.. listening to Jerry is like mentally watching a movie and reading a book and listening to music, all at the same time..

After his comma, he probably lived this song.

That is not acting my friend. ❤⚡💙

There's no one to surrender them but I get it man

Uffff que recuerdos great.

Many years later it still brings a tear to some eyes brother 💚💚💚

Let me tell you a true story. I swear to God that every bit of this is the truth. I was going through some _heavy_ "trials" in life [details redacted], so I got in my car and began the long drive from Michigan to New York (roughly 800 miles). I jammed a GD cassette into my car's radio (this kinda dates things, doesn't it), and let it play over and over. Every time this song played, "something" in me had a kind of visceral reaction. When I got to NY I visited friends and my family members (I grew up in da Bronx). While at a friend's house, we called another friend on the phone. I hadn't spoken with her in _many_ years. She lived in the Forest Hills area of Queens, and the friend I was visiting was in Westchester County. One of the first things she told me as we conversed was that a mutual friend had died. He died of AIDS, which he got from "needle sharing." Prior to his abandoning his faith he and I were at one point "in demand" for speaking in churches and conferences. _After_ losing his faith, he opened a trendy shop in Greenwich Village, and became a junkie. He survived the smack (skag, horse, call it what you want) -- but he _didn't_ survive the sub-microscopic virus. This was in the era before effective anti-HIV drugs were available (this too kinda dates the events). Not only did he die, but he died a really _hard_ death. She was with him through it all, trying to comfort him as best she could -- wiping the blood from his lips and so forth. After he died, she had a kind of nervous breakdown and went down to Florida for a while. The friend I was staying with and I went down to Forest Hills to visit her. She was glad to see us both and reminisce over... life. I let my big fat mouth do something I fear caused her more pain than any one person should ever have to bear. While we were talking she said something about how she loved him, and always wished they could become a couple, but, she kept it to herself, never thinking he'd be interested in her in that way. Without thinking, I told her that _he_ loved her -- _always_ loved her from the moment they met lo those many years ago, but apparently didn't think _she_ would be interested in _him._ When I said that, the look on her face made it clear that I never should have said a single word about it! Now, the eerie part: I began this essay by relating how that song played over and over as the album kept repeating, and how "something" in me had a reaction in my heart every time it played -- and I recalled how my late friend really liked that song and would comment on the lyrics. My late friend was named Peter.

@@thechad5764 damn right

@@This_is_my_real_nameThank you. Our stories are what give meaning to our lives. All of ours together is humanity.

Leftcoast 🤔

I was so fucking bummed.

Sad my deadhead friend,life is short,tell Your family and friends you love them everday,we can check-out anytime.Takecare

Some would beg to differ on 79-90 having their greatest lineup but it was definitely in the top 3. My top 3 changes every time I put on a new show so......cheers

Ciao Italia!

Too much Slack perhaps?

@@WallyPDoyle111 No such thing exists.

@@bobdobbs7080 This is the answer. Bob is the way. Slacktivate!

Bob Dobbs I was there too & I don’t remember this either! I remember bits of the second set, Samson->Eyes->Estimated... and then - blank until the very end of ‘Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door. I was transported somewhere...

Was it the alcohol, pot or lsd that caused the memory loss lol.

It’s incredibly good on this. Can’t get enough!

Or drop a tab to two

Amen to that my friend. Especially here. So perfect it had to be….meant to be for this amazing night!!!

The crowd caught it

I forgot the lyric and before he sang it I felt he was going to sing strong 💪. Funny. The moment called for it. Even this many years later

Never

No, first/only time to hear that switch-up

yep

Nice. That sounds like an incredible day at the ol' ballpark🔥

Yes! What a great day this was. Couldn’t have asked for a better opener. The Dead cooked that day too. The only problem was we spent the whole show standing on our seats on the field. The stage was very high so the people up front couldn’t see. I also remember them hosing the crowd down with fire hoses because of the heat & people were using the tarp covering the field as a slip & slide. Great times!

@@MrMonkchuck My friend & I had seats in 2nd row on the far right side of stage. I remember the slip & slide like it was yesterday. Was pretty knarly. When show started, the Heads calmly took apart the plastic chairs that were zip tied together & somewhat neatly stacked them behind us. Was wild. Dance floor opened up. Spent the 2nd set in the tapers pit. Quietly of course, my friend was taping. Wang Dang Doodle.

Yeah they come around.

your friends they come around?

Every tiiiiiime!

And vast majority of the rest too. Good times.

High?? High at a Dead show? Wtf man?!?!LOL

noticed that too

I JUST passed this point in the song and went to comment on it. (~);')

They're robert hunters lyrics, dmt trip look it up really cool story

Nah he just flubbed the lyric lol …wasn’t a rare occurrence

Us deadhead are a rather eclectic group of freaks. The music unites she the love flows through. Thanks Cap'n and everyone for such a wonderful bus ride. I'm never getting off.

like the do-dah man? :)

Brent's eyes are my goal in life😳

Na I love Bobby he didn’t play lead but he wore the best shorts

Covid😂🤣🤣

It was so beautiful to watch Brent and Jerry play off each other and feed off each other’s energy… I feel like Brent joining the band gave Jerry a new energy that seemed to give him renewed inspiration and enjoyment

Hunter had an over dose of LSD not long before he wrote Black Peter, It's possible he wrote it about him self..

I just read an article about the gram of acid in the apple juice that Hunter took a drink from

@@jg6698 muse myoo͞z intransitive verb To be absorbed in one's thoughts; engage in thought.

You have too much time

Lol