Story from a Dead Head show at Concord Pavilion in the 90s. This is third party from a good friend of mine. Group of friends drove to a Dead show in a 80s model Suburban. All the friends ate some acid before the show and had an amazing trip and a great concert. After the show they were lingering in the parking lot as long as possible, smoking and laughing and letting the LSD work its way through the system. As the parking lot starts to empty and the LSD as shifted gears to a mellow come down, the driver of the Suburban realizes that the engine will not turn over. The car just won't. They ask some hippies for a jump and they discover it is NOT the battery. There is some other mechanical problem with the suburban. They hippies have to go after helping as much as they could. The parking lot is now empty except for this group of friends and a broke down suburban. The Pavilion parking had a bunch of rolling hills that the lot spaces were on. Out in the distance at the far end of the parking lot the group of friends sees a man dancing his way over one of the hills and towards the broke down vehicle. As the man dances and skips closer and closer with a giant smile on his face, the friends see this man is wearing a 'fairy costume'. Complete with curly shoes and a pointy hat. The man skips up to the group of friends and merrily says " It looks like you are in some trouble! I know just what you need!" He reaches in a leather 'ferry' fanny pack he has around his waste and pulls out a handful of what can only be described as 'magic fairy dust'. He sprinkles the dust all over the Engine, turns and smiles at the group of friends and says " Have a great day everyone!" and skips off into the distance, over the hills.
Well the group of friends is now getting frustrated. The LSD is wearing off and the suburban has been broke down for a couple hours. NO ONE even thought for a second this Fairy Man fixed the car. The plan was to send a couple people walking to a pay phone. But, no one had money to fix the car and who would they call to help them ? All of them with a head full of Acid? Frustration and worry sets in. Finally, someone tries to start the truck... ONE.. LAST.. TIME before they gave up hope. The Suburban turned right over as if there was nothing ever wrong with it. The fairy dust somehow fixed the truck. The fairy man never stopped to look back or turn and see if the car was working. He just knew his fairy dust fixed it somehow.
Anyways, crazy but true story from a Grateful Dead concert.
Has anyone else ever seen this Fairy at the concerts?
