03-16-2010, 11:26 AM
This set list is poached off Phil's site. Further is now: Phil Lesh, Bob Weir, John Kadlecik, Jeff Chimenti, Jay Lane PLUS Sunshine Becker, Zoe Ellis. Again I bolded what I got in my notes. My notes were really messy and out of order.
It was a great show. I didn't get out of there until 3 AM. I didn't have to work with any pukers, but there's no way TQ could have kept up with me that night. I was deep in that good ol' grateful dead space - the Phil zone - and I'm still sore.
Around the end of 1st set (which was a very sweet soulful acoustic set) we had a large male IPR I helped bring in from the 2nd floor. The IPR escalated upon getting into medical. The takedown was clean on to a mat. Once on the ground it became a 6-man restraint (that's a lot, usually it's just 2- or 3-man). He was very strong and had a jacket of this slippery synthetic material, making him very difficult to hold. We all thought we should get similar jackets and they'd never catch us. I started on the arm and strained my neck which has reminded me to start doing neck bridges again. We did two, maybe three rotations. The patient came down and was returned to the crowd safely. I was busy so I didn't see him after but one of my kung fu brothers commented after he saw the patient without the slippery jacket, "homey was yoked." Note that my kung fu bro is a big dude - I'm the only middleweight on the crew, everyone else is heavy, superheavy. Moral of that story: 'roids & acid don't mix.
There were some miscellaneous IPRS in between. I had a nice talk with a guy who was my age and expecting his first kid. He was actually quite lucid, but the fear as HST used to say, had taken him, no doubt anxiety from the upcoming life change. As it turned out, he was very knowledgeable about symbols, an architect who had even built a church (confirmed by his more sober wife later) so it was a deep talkdown.
The other IPR that was significant was a large male who jumped the rail nekkid. Nekkid restraints are always a little trickier because you don't want to grab the wrong purchase nor end up face first in the wrong place. The takedown was clean (although I was on the legs and had to turn or end up face first in that very wrong place.) That was a 3-man restraint and the patient came down. He was a surfer and so I could whip out the ol' 'surf the waves' talkdown schtick and it worked like a charm, like always. We found his pants, complete with his cell phone, but his cell was soaked in pee. That's probably why he took off his pants. He gave them a sniff, shrugged, and said 'that's what their for.' I didn't even want to engage that. Fortunately, he had cash and could catch a cab to where he wanted to go (deep in the bad part of the Mission, but he had it together by that point). Moral of that story: always remember where you leave your pants.
One of the head nurses bought the CD (they rip soundboards right after the show now) and said she'd rip me a copy if I gave her some blanks. I'm really looking forward to hearing that 1st set uninterrupted.
Further has scheduled a campout at the old Mountain Air site for Memorial Day weekend. That'll be the first 'dead' camp out in years. I better keep working my neck bridges.
Quote:Unbroken Chain Foundation Benefit For Haitian Earthquake Relief
Acoustic Set withJackie Greene, Steve Molitz & Chris Robinson:
Ripple, Lazy River Road, Fennario, Two Souls in Communion, Brokedown Palace, A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall, They Love Each Other, Mountains of the Moon, Attics of My Life
Set 2 with Jackie Greene & Chris Robinson: Scarlet Begonias, Minglewood Blues, Easy Wind> New Speedway Boogie, Viola Lee Blues> High Time>Caution Jam> Viola Lee Blues> Hard To Handle, Viola Lee Blues> Like A Rolling Stone> Sugaree
Set 3 with Jackie Greene, Steve Molitz & John Molo: Not Fade Away Jam * Float Parade, Happy Birthday Phil! * Balloon Drop, Not Fade Away Jam> Playing in the Band> Jam> St. Stephen> The Other One> Elevator> Unbroken Chain, Comes a Time> Cream Puff War * with dancers> Franklin's Tower
E: Johnny B. Goode
It was a great show. I didn't get out of there until 3 AM. I didn't have to work with any pukers, but there's no way TQ could have kept up with me that night. I was deep in that good ol' grateful dead space - the Phil zone - and I'm still sore.
Around the end of 1st set (which was a very sweet soulful acoustic set) we had a large male IPR I helped bring in from the 2nd floor. The IPR escalated upon getting into medical. The takedown was clean on to a mat. Once on the ground it became a 6-man restraint (that's a lot, usually it's just 2- or 3-man). He was very strong and had a jacket of this slippery synthetic material, making him very difficult to hold. We all thought we should get similar jackets and they'd never catch us. I started on the arm and strained my neck which has reminded me to start doing neck bridges again. We did two, maybe three rotations. The patient came down and was returned to the crowd safely. I was busy so I didn't see him after but one of my kung fu brothers commented after he saw the patient without the slippery jacket, "homey was yoked." Note that my kung fu bro is a big dude - I'm the only middleweight on the crew, everyone else is heavy, superheavy. Moral of that story: 'roids & acid don't mix.
There were some miscellaneous IPRS in between. I had a nice talk with a guy who was my age and expecting his first kid. He was actually quite lucid, but the fear as HST used to say, had taken him, no doubt anxiety from the upcoming life change. As it turned out, he was very knowledgeable about symbols, an architect who had even built a church (confirmed by his more sober wife later) so it was a deep talkdown.
The other IPR that was significant was a large male who jumped the rail nekkid. Nekkid restraints are always a little trickier because you don't want to grab the wrong purchase nor end up face first in the wrong place. The takedown was clean (although I was on the legs and had to turn or end up face first in that very wrong place.) That was a 3-man restraint and the patient came down. He was a surfer and so I could whip out the ol' 'surf the waves' talkdown schtick and it worked like a charm, like always. We found his pants, complete with his cell phone, but his cell was soaked in pee. That's probably why he took off his pants. He gave them a sniff, shrugged, and said 'that's what their for.' I didn't even want to engage that. Fortunately, he had cash and could catch a cab to where he wanted to go (deep in the bad part of the Mission, but he had it together by that point). Moral of that story: always remember where you leave your pants.
One of the head nurses bought the CD (they rip soundboards right after the show now) and said she'd rip me a copy if I gave her some blanks. I'm really looking forward to hearing that 1st set uninterrupted.
Further has scheduled a campout at the old Mountain Air site for Memorial Day weekend. That'll be the first 'dead' camp out in years. I better keep working my neck bridges.
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