I Need A Miracle

The first time that I went to a Grateful Dead concert, I thought that it was miraculous, because I finally had a place where I felt like I belonged.  I was a bit too young for Woodstock, but I was old enough to listen to Allison Steele, the Nightbird on WNEW FM and the groups that I liked were Ten Years After, Big Brother and the Holding Company and Grand Funk Railroad.  My first Grateful Dead experience was supposed to be an outdoor concert at Gaelic Park in NYC in the middle of August 1971, but this show was cancelled at the last minute because of lightning strikes.  The Dead came out on stage to warm up their instruments and this giant flash covered the whole sky.  It was re-scheduled for a week later, but fate was not with me, as I was not able to attend this one, because the police pulled me over and found a joint in my car.  I got six months of probation and then my record was expunged.

My first Dead concert was at Stanley Theater in Jersey City, New Jersey on September 27, 1972 and I remember they opened up with Truckin.  I was officially a Dead Head with unbridled loyalty and devotion to them.  The Dead always played different songs at their shows and they actually encouraged their fans to tape the concerts.  I brought my cassette tape deck to several shows and my friends always loved to hear my recordings.  I traveled the East coast following the band from city to city to see many of their performances, and I even slept outside on sidewalks to be one of the first in line for tickets when they went on sale.  I remember one day waking up in Jersey City, because flies were hovering on my face, but my buddy lit up a joint and then everything was OK.  One time I drove all the way up to Boston in hope of scalping a ticket, but I was not able to get one and I had to drive back home without seeing the Dead.

Miracle is a term that is used by Deadheads back in the day, which meant that they need a ticket to a show and they hope that someone might give them one as a gift which might even be a random stranger.  The song, I Need A Miracle features words by John Perry Barlow and Bob Weir, with the Music was written by Bob Weir.

I Need a Miracle Grateful Dead with Branford Marsalis and Bruce Hornsby at Madison Square Garden on 9/10/91.

I need a woman ‘bout twice my age
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage
Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw
We’ll go right through the book and break each and every law.

I got a feeling and it won’t go away, oh no
Just one thing then I’ll be OK
I need a miracle every day.

I need a woman ‘bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-dressed, a goddess of the night.
Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue
We’ll consult the spirits maybe they’ll know what to do.

And it’s real and it won’t go away, oh no
I can’t get around and I can’t run away
I need a miracle every day.

I need a woman ‘bout twice my weight
A ton of fun who packs a gun with all her freight
Find her in a sideshow leave her in l.a.
Ride her like a surfer running on a tidal wave.

And it’s real, believe what I say, yeah
Just one thing I got to say
I need a miracle every day.

It takes dynamite to get me up
Too much of everything is just enough
One more thing I just got to say
I need a miracle every day,
I need a miracle every day,
I need a miracle every day, (got to be the only way)
I need a miracle

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