Nestled on the Stanford campus, the Frost Amphitheatre instantly became one of the jewels of the Grateful Dead’s touring year when promoter Bill Graham began to book afternoon Dead shows there in 1982. With its gently sloped lawn manicured into gentle steps that provided great views and encouraged socializing, it was the local home the band always deserved—a great place to hang out and play for crowd and band, within walking distance of where they first made music. Debuted a few months earlier, Bob Weir and John Perry Barlow’s “My Brother Esau” is intended for the Dead’s album-in- progress, a Biblical tale reset in the present. In this early draft, Esau is “in real estate today and he gets around the dark side of town down around L.A.”