Kyrina's Profile

About me:I'm a sociology graduate student at UCCS. I love going to festivals and seeing shows.
Member Since:October 17, 2006
Last Login:February 18, 2011
Location:Colorado Springs, CO
Birthday:March 19
Music means to me:Music is vital to my everyday life. It changes my mood and makes my day better. Listening to music is therapeutic and fun. I love dancing the night away at shows to great music.
Schools:University of Colorado- Sociology Masters student
Missouri State University- Bachelors of Science in Sociology
General Interests:Shows, Movies, Cooking, Music, Friends, Laughter, Video Games, Board Games, Dressing Up, Camping, Frisbee Golf, Sleeping, Pets, TV, Reading, the News, shopping, Picnics, Swimming, Festivals, ect.
Other Distractions:Garden State, Harry Potter, Dirty Dancing, Beer Fest, Aladdin, Better Off Dead, Empire Records, Harold and Kumar Goto Whitecastle, Harry Potter- JK Rowling, A Great and Terrible Beauty & Rebel Angels- Libba Bray, Lovely Bones- Alice Sebold, The Stranger-Albert Camus, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower-Stephen Chbosky, Siddhartha- Hermann Hesse, A Tale of Two Cities- Charles Dickens, Cathcher In The Rye - J.D. Salinger, Memoirs of a Geisha- Arthur Golden, The Sun Also Rises- Ernest Hemingway, A Million Little Pieces- James Fray, The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath

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grateful dead
Sun 5/10/2009 11:02AM
I never thought I'd see the day, ever. By the time I starting listening to the dead, Jerry had been dead for about ten years. Yes, I was a bit of a late bloomer. I had heard about the dead, but honestly I had them confused. Their name through me off. For some reason, while I was young I always thought they were a hardcore metal band. I don't know why.

Surprisingly, I'd always loved the hippie culture. I had always wished I would have been able to go to woodstock and see all the bands performing there. I wanted to see the music and feel the vibes that existed then.

I remember my dad telling me about a band whose audience left home and toured the country with them. Living off each other. Being seven or eight, I was enticed. I asked what they did about their mail.

In elementary school, my sister was given a stuffed dead bear for her 13th birthday. I thought it was silly for a teenager to get a stuffed animal but then I was told it was a band insignia. I don't recall hearing the band but I then realized I had seen those bears with tunics on multiple occasions.

It wasn't until high school that I was reintroduced to the band, The Grateful Dead. My friends were listening to them. They were wearing dead bears. Their hemp necklaces were a little more crazy than mine. I still did not know what they sounded like. I just knew the kids were listening to jam bands, like moe, so I figured it was like that. They would all go see a band called "The Schwag," which is a MO cover group for the Grateful Dead. I never cared to go; I was an emo listener (can a hippie at heart be an emo listener? i was, it was weird).

During high school I met tons of people telling me about a festival called Schwagstock. I heard it was a crazy, but fun, place where people were camping and trying "new things." I was scared of it. I told people, "i'd be afraid of getting raped with all the fucked up people." Little did I know, Camp Zoe would become a place of refuge for me.

After high school, my boyfriend talked me into going to Schwagstock. My eyes were opened that weekend. I remember the vibes I first got there. Schwagstock was smaller than it is now, a lot less sketchy people. It was a free feeling place. People were smiling and saying hello. I never felt threatened.

I recall listening the the Schwag and saying, "This music isn't my favorite but its fits so well with this environment."

Within a month, I had downloaded tons of Dead music and couldn't get enough. Over the next three years I read many books about the dead. Last  year I saw an article about them donating all their memorabilia to UC Santa Cruz's anthropology departement. Now, I want to go there for grad school and work on it. I want to study the subculture and write books on it. I'm slightly obsessed.

My friends and I were estatic last year when we heard the dead we're coming back. I made a pact to see them, at least once. I had to know what it was like. I wanted to see the famous parking lots. I wanted to hear them perform their music.

My best friend bought four VIP tickets for my birthday. She was on the computer for hours the day they were released. We ended up in the 12th row, in the High Times Section. It was she, my boyfriend, our friend and me.

Cinco de Mayo is a day I will never forget.

We got up and ate Inidan food at a delicious restraunt I always visit when in Chicago. We then waited and traffic and made our way to the show. The lot was filled with about ten shakedown streets. Vendors walking everywhere. It was a sea of people. I had to hold on to my boyfriend to stay with him.

The only bad thing was I saw someone get arrested. Cops were everywhere. It made the fun loving environment a little anxious for me. But, nonetheless, I enjoyed it. I'm sure it was nothing like it used to be but I can't complain.

They provided shitty beer and weak expensive drinks in the Arena. People were actually paying $8 for a small, one shot margarita. We bought beer from people in the parking lots- they had a better variety.  They gave us free food in the VIP lounge. It wasn't too bad.

When the show was getting ready to start we took our seats. We were some of the youngest people in VIP, everyone had seen the dead before. We struck up some coversations with out neighbors as the arena filled with people.

When the bad came out the room errupted with sound. It was the loudest thing I had ever heard. They opened with "Dancing in the Street." Of course they went "dancin' in Chicago" and the crowd roared so loudly. Everyone was excitement. They sheer happiness in the room was contagious and made my adrenaline rush.

The show was amazing. I tried taking a picture at every song to capture the feeling. The last two songs were nice goodbyes. "I know you rider, gonna' miss me when I'm gone" and "going home by the waterside I will rest my bones."

I will never forget the show. I will never forget the great times.