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Wembley Arena



Grateful Dead

October 31, 1990

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Set List

Set 1

  1. Help On The Way >
  2. Slipknot >
  3. Franklin's Tower
  4. Little Red Rooster
  5. Loose Lucy
  6. Me And My Uncle >
  7. Big River
  8. It Must Have Been The Roses
  9. When I Paint My Masterpiece
  10. Bird Song >
  11. The Promised Land

Set 2

  1. Scarlet Begonias >
  2. Fire On The Mountain
  3. Truckin' >
  4. He's Gone >
  5. Drums >
  6. Space >
  7. All Along The Watchtower >
  8. Stella Blue >
  9. Around & Around >
  10. Good Lovin'


  1. Werewolves Of London

  • Jerry Garcia guitar, vocals

  • Bob Weir
    guitar, vocals

  • Phil Lesh
    bass, vocals

  • Bill Kreutzmann

  • Mickey Hart

  • Bruce Hornsby
    keyboards, vocals

  • Vince Welnick
    keyboards, vocals

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Dan Bynum | Wednesday, July 28th, 2021

Jerry singing Weirwolves in London on Halloween. One of the peak experiences of my life!!

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Alan Wardley | Wednesday, July 28th, 2021

Halloween in England! They had to play Werewolves of London, right? They certainly did, and the howls from the audience were all time goodness. This was the final night of the tour and Jerry seemed a bit worn out, I think he was struggling through a cold as his voice was a bit rough-but as usual when his voice wasn’t 100% he made up for it with his guitar. It was a great performance and a great time seeing some of Europe for the first time ever.

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Jeffrey Jennings | Sunday, August 9th, 2020

A very nice show, high energy at the end of the Europe 90 tour. Both set openers were really nice jams. We had great loads of fun watching some black leather jacketed local smash rocker types get extremely stretched from the chillum passed around by a rasta with very long dreads during the break. The second set, drumz>space especially melted their brains and they were ready to be hippies by the time the clock struck Werewolves! The train ride back into central London was lots of fun – cars full of nothing but Deadheads – the locals were a bit taken aback at every stop. We were in Hyde Park watching a group of guys, obviously American, throwing a football around. A pass went our way and one of them came running over to pick it up. It was Bobby! A couple of days later, i was at Stonehenge. All of a sudden, Phil and his family walked by! All in all a great tour.

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Simon Moulds | Thursday, May 23rd, 2019

I was in London with some colleagues for a business meeting. They’re going for the return train to Manchester. I know the Dead are in town, they don’t know the Dead from Bananarama but they’ve been remarking about the proliferation of weirdly dressed, strange people who seem to be all over the place (in both senses). We see Frankenstein’s monster, Elvira (in the dark), skeletons, big bears, Uncle Sams and werewolves galore. “See you next week” I say as I head for Wembley. I have no ticket but if I know deadheads…

Some London scalpers outside the venue but they’re asking silly money for a ticket. I spot a young lady waving one around saying “I have a spare” in a US accent. “That’s exactly what I need”, I say and we get acquainted. She’s Pat, from San Francisco (of course), and she only wants what what she paid for it, which turns out to be less than a London box-office ticket. I stick with Pat who needs a little extra care, as she has a leg in plaster from when she got off the plane. A broken ankle has put paid to her plans to visit “Stonehenge, Shakespeare’s house
and Edinboro”. We tour the parking lot instead, which I’d heard about but never experienced before. It’s like a cross between a medieval fair, a Morrocan souq and a town in Conan the Barbarian’s Cimmeria. It’s busy as hell, there’s fire-eating, guitars playing, juggling, crystals, clothes, food, pipes, drum circles, action painting and some quite inexplicable stuff. And Conan the Barbarian. But everyone is American and most of them are in fancy dress (it’s halloween).

We go inside. The only other Brits I meet during the entire show are ushers. I’m fascinated to see how the deadheads charm the Wembley ushers and security people before the show starts: they smile, chat, shake hands, offer gifts and drinks. It’s all very friendly and good natured, not what I usually see at gigs (not that they’re usually particularly unfriendly). They’re actually relaxing the bouncers and making them their friends. Only at Grateful Dead shows.

When the band appears on stage, the entire audience is immediately up and dancing – it’s an all-seated venue and at first the slightly alarmed ushers try to persuade people to sit down. No chance. But these people are relaxed, smiling broadly and they don’t make trouble, they just want to dance the entire night away. And smoke those wacky little cigarettes and climb from the upper circle down to the stalls and back again. No harm done, really. Besides, the same thing happened last night. The ushers shrug and give up.

Jerry’s a bit croaky but his guitar ‘s not. Bruce and Vince are new to me, but Pat fills me in on what’s been happening in the Dead world (this is before the internet can tell us all more than we ever want to know). Like how they’d stopped playing Werewolves years ago because they’d fallen out with Zevon (is that true?), but maybe they will tonight. She’s dancing on one leg, swivelling on her plastered foot while I hold her crutch (no, not like Donald would do). There’s a slightly surreal moment when, in the middle of a song (I forget which), a goofy telephone conversation breaks into the PA and we’re treated to a young, typical Essex girl talking to her friend about her night out somewhere completely different (another world). The Dead just take it in their stride and jam on it as if it’s part of the regular show. It’s a good show, and I wished I could have caught the night before, but not as great as my first, 16 years earlier.

The band leaves the stage at the end and the entire audience as one starts howling “OW-WOO, OW-WOO”, until they return and launch into Zevon’s “Werewolves of London” (hey, we’re in London and it’s halloween).

Jerry’s hair was perfect.

Later, I learned that they added a third date but too late for me to know in time. When I eventually got back to Manchester, I was two days late for work. Pat promised to send me some live shows but I never heard from her again. No worries, I had a reel deck and plenty of show tapes already. And the internet was soon going to add plenty more in the coming years.