Cold Rain And Snow was a traditional tour-opening song in the early 90's, and it could hardly have been more ironic than out in the desert, although I think it did rain a bit before the show started. . . Well, it definitely did rain before one of the three Vegas 93 shows, but I can't seem to recall which.

". . . Music is the best!" (fz)

It did rain the first show in vegas, cooled everyone off just before the Dead came on. I remember Jerry was watching at the back of the stage while Sting was playing.

I've been playing cold rain and snow since I was fourteen years old. ( by my math over 40 years ) Been to a lot of dead shows & although some of the shows I've seen have it in the set list, this was the first time I heard the dead do it live.

It was as y'all have said, eerie, ominous and threatening I have pictures to post soon that show that sky!

Sting was fantastic. Oh, and I also saw Ian Anderson play Bouree! But that was in 2006. He must have finally gotten tired of hearing me.

Drove over 1000 miles with a few hr nap, the day after finishing semester final exams, set up camp @ Lake Meade, slid into Vegas in the heat and all, only a few miles North of the bowl of silver. Stopped at a kwik-e-mart to get a map of town which they didn't have and some local decides to have some fun with the deadhead, gives me directions to loop completely around the town starting to the North, took over an hour, during which drive the clouds roll into town, my first visual fix of the Bowdbowl just as the lightning hits the rim of it, seeing another jolt throwing sparks from a lightpole in the lot, water bumper deep in the roadway from downpour. There's me thinking "holy shit I just drove a thou to get here and now I'm not so sure I wanna be here", looking at the drenched people with a finger in the air, thinking "shouldn't have any trouble getting rid of today's tickey", but hell, it's the Dead, it's the desert, how long can it last? Chiding myself for lack of faith...Sun came out, made it into show where things promptly heated up. The next morning read in the paper how the golf course across the road from the sambowl had some golfer got struck by lightning as it hit the tree he was urinating on...at that point he was expected to survive but as it turns out (my theory is that when he found out what he lost) a few days later he got dead... So, what's the moral of the story? Don't golf? Don't piss on trees during a lightning storm? Don't give up hope? Don't fry your weiner off? Don't look for morals in stories?

Last year stayed at Mirage, this year stayed at Sands. wild fun in the desert. Thanks to the raver who gave me a ride back to the strip after i lost my folk. Good fun seeing the Rads at the aladdin too!