It's hard to believe, but 18 years ago I was 18 and on the first night of a multi-night run on the East Coast.
I had graduated from high school and was working at a pharmacy (Happy Harry's discount drugs - I think Walgreens bought them out). I drove to the beach and stayed with one of my best friends growing up. We had been to a handful of shows already and were excited to drive up the Parkway and hit PNC for 2 nights. On night 1, we took his old Volvo station wagon up the road and got to the lot a bit early. I remember parking and just being thrilled to be there - the last show I had been at was Cypress and I couldn't wait to hear some more space funk.
I picked up this shirt:
Still have it today! It's probably my favorite of the many I've gotten over the years.
Anyways, the first set was hot fire - I think we covered this in a Show of the Week a while ago. My favorite moment, though, took place during Gotta Jibboo;
Right around the 4:25 mark, Trey plays a handful of melodic back-and-forth notes that, for some reason, struck me. I was locked into the groove and remember being there, on the lawn, pulsing with everyone else around me. Just a great moment and a great memory. I remember the band just really gelling and apparently the band thought so too, because the next version was also a heater (Hartford) and the following version was the mammoth Camden version.
Anyways, thought I'd give it a shout on its 18th anniversary.