Chronicles Of The Dead
December, 1995
It's the beginning of December 1965, the night I first see the Grateful Dead. I'm promoting a Family Dog concert at San Francisco's lovely old California Hall. The group's members live in a big house in Haight-Ash-bury where we hold parties on weekends. When the parties overflow to the sidewalk we move them to the old union halls. In our hapless way we have graduated to promoting concerts. If this works out we figure we can start booking acts like the Lovin' Spoonful and Frank Zappa. Then maybe...
