"yeah it was a hot show. finally a good jerry show at the warfield instead of the usual run-of-the-mill one. he seemed happy to be back in san francisco playing to the hometown crowd, who, unlike last week in orlando, don't hurl bottles and rocks at cops. i found a ticket quickly out front for $15, met up with some friends from the mountains and smoked a bowl of washington kind bud. i was real stoned plus two drinks inside me and danced happily thru the whole 1st set with some cool people on the floor right in front of a column of speakers but out of view of jerry himself. there was lots of room though, which, at the packed warfield, is a rare commodity. the sound is loud and good. breaktime with sweat and more sweat, another drink, another bowl and a new spot on "phil's side" in the midst of spinners & freaks whom all seem nice enough and stoned too. now you just sit & wait for the music which eventually comes after a long time. second set boom. the spinners around me are, well naturally they're spinning wildly and their longhair slaps me in the face forcing me to dance a bit harder until i'm in a frenzy to the winding beat. it's hot as hell and i'm tired and i still i have to go on, harder faster lighter, it's crazy and i'm slam inside the guts of this beast jumping pumping grinding down the beat which plows into the crowd pushing us into each other, off each other and into the person next to us. finally the band wraps it up, last song and the lights are up. a lot more sweat and looped people trying to find their jacket or birks or bong and seeing friends who say "see you at shoreline" smiling and out into the rough pavement of market street. those less fortunate hock their wares and the bums grunt and thrust their empty burger king cups in front of the exiting heads. the walk back home to north beach is quick as i rocket forth with the show's energy. the smile never goes away." -Unknown author