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Some minor stage sound problems and some inherent extra-heterodynamic interference from off the FM. -- perhaps renders this reproduction ever so a tad bit fuzzy, but try not to pay it mind.Yours truly was in attendance and it was a great show from the first note until the last which was somewhere around 4:00 am. I still categorize this night as one of the best nights of my life. And this is an unforgettable concert amidst a wonderful time to be 22, have a car, a ticket and a little money in the pocket.Was privileged to attend the previous night, also, and that was another tremendous experience.Mere blocks from the Haight-Ashbury and the Park Panhandle, the Harding Theater, with its Gothic Moorish design, was a movie house built in 1926 and closed in 1970. The capacity was 800-1250, but both shows were quick, inner-circle type word-of-mouth sellouts, and there must have been at least 1500 in the building on the Saturday, but on the Sunday there were a lot less of us and it was starkly refreshing. Phew!The floor would be way too crowded so we thought, in anticipation, and so we arrived early. When the doors opened everybody in line went racing to the front of the proscenium. We jetted upstairs.Me, my girlfriend, my best friend and a dozen or so college chums sat in the balcony both nights, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rows dead center in this dinky little joint. Such were the benefits of going early in the days when Dead Head folk arrived late. How quickly that all changed!The shows started very late with the New Riders opening each night. The Dead were very comfortable in their skins joking around with the radio audience. There were numerous long tuning or kwipment delays and so, to pass the time, Jerry, Bobby and Phil are all quite pleasantly loquacious throughout.Before Jack Straw Jerry, Bobby and Phil gather around the drum riser. They huddle up, perhaps deciding on their next song, when suddenly, they leap into the air and turn 180 degrees towards the stage and race to their mikes just as Billy comes in on his final beat -- "We can share the women, we can share the wine." they scream simultaneously in perfect harmony. This touch turned the hair upon our heads! All night they were doing acts of showmanship. On this night, they became professionals, and they knew it.One could immediately tell how much fun they were having and how smoothly and effortlessly it was going down for them.So there you have it, the Dead on a Sunday night at home, lamenting one more laborious Sunday night and dreading the coming week.Everyone says I'm crazy but, though he didn't sing, I am certain I spotted Pigpen playing organ on about half of the first set.The organization had just days prior released, in San Francisco, their new double album for Warners and the local FM stations, KSFX and KSAN were playing the heck out of it. Even crazier, so were the AM radio stations, KYA and KFRC! Such was a highly unusual happening! A Grateful Dead record was actually # 7 on the SF charts according the the Sunday SF Chronicle Pink Section. Prior to that, the only GD record SF market AM had ever played was "Golden Road (to Unlimited Devotion)" back in 1967.We did not know they were broadcasting until Bobby announced it from stage just moments before they catapulted into Truckin.' One of my friends, Gary, a cheap guy roomate, said, "Oh, shit, we could have stayed home and listened for free!"When we were exiting after the Dead's lethal marathon Gary says, "Wow, I am sure glad you bought me a ticket, Evan!" ....Roommates!Being in that theater that night with its upper loge leather rocking chair seats and perfect acoustics, the Dead just ROARED on every tune. It's one of those times in life when you and everyone surrounding you knows that you had just experienced a very special and momentous event in history.While the band played we looked about, one to another, and nodded that all-knowing smile of affirmation that this was a capital moment and we sensed, in toto, this brilliant phenomenon as it was being played. Deja Vu inside out! An event truly written and captured in the stars.First set ends One More Saturday Night on a Sunday Night.Played for us every major and minor hit in their repertoire and played them each with heartfelt and ruinous abandon.In my opinion the show stealer was not the Dark Star or Other One, but the ridiculously phat Me and My Uncle, and then how it enters back into the Other One without a gnat's breath.I don't even like the song "Me and My Uncle."(but I do like its author -- John Phillips of Mamas & Papa's fame) but this version reconnects every synapse.Perfect example of how great a night this was! When a Me and My Uncle extracts your body from your spirit you know you've been forever had.Jerry on his '57 natural Strat is just all over it from back to front and top to bottom with a sound that attacks your solarplexes. Guttaral guitar. Fully exposed. Open to the quick. "How 'bout a big hand for the Heavy Water Light Show."The Brokedown is perfectly executed. Then come a long, rambunctious and giddy tune-up and joke delay. The patter is rich and lusty. Finally, after what seems like decades, they simply impale us on Playing in the Band and proceed to parade our fallen heads held aloft on staves a 'round town procession.It's a short PITB though and the krew has to replace a speaker. When Phil says "It's a pit stop, folks!" and Bobby says, "This folks, is what you call 'Dead Air.' I believe I hear myselfask, "What's the difference between a piano and a fish?"You can't tune a fish.