Truly amazing, that is all that really needs to be said about these two! I recently attended the two Phil shows at Red Rocks, and the reuniting show with Bobby in Oklahoma. They left me speechless and wanting more. Of course, being in school, for me all good things come to an end. However, I know that Phil will still be playing that bass until the last breath he takes, and for that I am forever grateful.

I just have to agree with the other commentaries on the Trey Anastasio concert at Alpine Valley! Trey and the band were outstanding! I also read that Trey commented that Alpine Valley is "really the best place to play in the world." Whether Trey said that or not - it is true!

I hope everyone will make it out to East Troy sometime - Alpine Valley is a great place for a concert - especially when it is Trey Anastasio..

If one considers how Grateful St. Louis is for The Kind, The Shwag and Jake's Leg, there's no doubt that this city certainly knows how to honor its Dead. Truckin' into town are two of the ultimate Dead cover bands. Straight out of the kennel comes RatDog. Led by former Grateful guitarist Bob Weir, the band plays a repertoire of Bob's solo material, Dead favorites and, of course, select tracks from RatDog's premier 10 track CD, Evening Mood.

Songs that have asterisks are ones that Susan Tedeski joined in on.  I don't even think they announced her at the show, b/c the whole time we all kept saying, who is that???  and she really didn't do much for the songs.  i would have at least expected her to stand out a bit during estimated prophet, but she didn't do the donna-back ups the way you'd expect.

We went to Van Morrison at the wiltern which is kind of a stuffy, lied center sort of place.  no one was dancing, but we HAD to...people were upset behind us for standing up at a rock-n-roll concert...so we tried the aisle...the ushers told us we couldn't dance there...so ro' went to the manager to find out where we could dance, she said dance in your seat, maybe you'll start a trend.

Navigating the undulating route of HWY 93 from Boulder, our trusty VW Bus, along with the countless others migrating from the north, was a spectator to a spectacular lightning display. There's an ongoing jest between my friends and I about the contrast we experience when we leave our tranquil Boulder bubble, venturing into Jefferson County where factories and urban sprawl replace our cherished open landscapes.