So, during Splintered’s set break at Abbey Bar, I met an interesting Iranian fellow and we were just blabbing away about the Grateful Dead—how we discovered it, songs we love, how apparently Jerry Garcia resembles Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (this guy was dropping some serious knowledge), I told him I sang with Pure Jerry, etc.—and then it happened…
While I was describing the critical, cryptical moment that turned me onto the Grateful Dead and subsequently changed my life, he immediately knew, and sang perfectly, the magical guitar riff from the 2-11-69 Fillmore East show.
And I just lost my shit and screamed and jumped up and down. And then we both lost our shit and jumped up and down again during the Splintered second set when we heard “The Wheel”. And we just jumped up and down screaming, “THE WHEEL!”