Last night, presented in pleasing bullet form:

  • The meeting that Mrs. Crappy was asked to cover turned out to be a waste of time; the board did nothing, and she didn’t need to be there.
  • Carnegie Music Hall: Wow, what a cool old place. The library complex is huge, taking up an entire block and looming over the Waterfront and the Mon below. The compact theater occupies just a small portion of the building. I was sitting upstairs on one of the wings of the wraparound balcony, with a nice, clear view of the stage.
  • “Sitting” probably isn’t the right word. Although I need more breaks than I used to, I still dance through most of the show. My seats were at the top of the section, so I stood behind them in the outer aisle, bouncing on the loose floorboards in time to the music.
  • The music: This is the first time I’ve seen DSO when they’ve played an original setlist, instead of pulling one from the Grateful Dead archives, and that worked just fine. They opened with Iko-Iko — pretty much a necessity for Mardi Gras — and played a mostly laid-back, country-fied first set, until they wrapped it with a monstrous Tangled Up In Blue. Highlight of the second: St. Stephen>Not Fade Away>St. Stephen>William Tell bridge>The Eleven. NFA returned after Throwing Stones to close the set. Big, old-school fun.
  • Picky Deadhead gripe: Let Me Sing Your Blues Away as the encore? I can think of, oh, a couple hundred better choices off the top of my head.
  • Towards the end of the first set, I met Twitchy Guy, who was a bit too, uh, stimulated for his own good. Some of you might have seen my Tweet about this during the set break: Standsitstandpacedancesitstandtalkdancesitstand. He kept showing me annoyed texts from someone I assume was his wife and asking me about what song they were playing now. I used to be good at shutting out people like that at a show; that’s a skill I need to re-acquire.
  • I continue to marvel HOW FREAKING CLOSE WE LIVE TO EVERYTHING NOW. Show was over at 11:55 p.m. I was walking through my front door at 12:15 a.m. Ahhh.
  • A pleasant side effect of me begging for company last night: I found a surprising number of people who might actually share some of my musical tastes, and a few others who are at least curious enough that they sounded disappointed they couldn’t come. Next time DSO rolls through town, I’m making sure at least a dozen of yinz are coming with me.


  1. I’m so glad you had so much fun. I’m still cranky that Mrs. Crappy couldn’t go. That’s totally not right! Sorry I couldn’t go. I’m sure it would have been a great time! We’ll get a show in here at some point :-)


  2. Hey, I am going to buy tickets for the Nov. 12 show. Since you’ve seen DSO at CLHMH before, what seats would you recommend for dancing? Does everyone stand up wherever their seats are and dance, or should I plan to be at the back of a section?
    Thanks for any advice!!
    Hope you and the Mrs. get to go.
    I’ll be the one still in my Halloween costume.


  3. Jen: From what I could see, you’re pretty much set, dancingwise, anywhere in the building. It’s not a big place, but just about everyone was up and moving.

    We’re still trying to see if we can make it — if we’re there, what costume should I look for?


    1. Why thank you for your quick and helpful response! I’ll be getting some tickets tonight. It is so cool how on their website you can choose your own seats.
      I don’t want to give away my costume… but if you see me in it, you WILL know. It is Dead-related and was too good to wear only once… it was made to be danced in and I didn’t get enough last Sat.
      Thanks again!


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