On their next stop, Garcia and Rothman landed in Dothan, Alabama. Rothman recalled, “Garcia is driving. It's springtime of 1964, a Friday evening somewhere down South. We've been rambling around the Midwest and South for weeks, a couple of California would-be pickers in search of bluegrass. The Corvair's radio is crackling as I scan the dial. The unmistakable sound of Allen Shelton's banjo comes on, dimly. It's "Lady Of Spain” by Jim & Jesse.”

He continued, “Now we hear Jesse's voice. He's giving the upcoming show dates.
"Write that down," Jerry says excitedly, tossing me the black spiral notebook he keeps in his shirt pocket. We did make it to a few of the shows Jesse announced...but were too shy to do more than ask for their autographs on a songbook we bought. "They're on TV tonight! We're not that far," Garcia says. "We need some sleep anyway. Let's go there, get a motel room, and see if we can watch the show!" Not only did we watch the show - we lug Jer's trusty old Wollensak out of the car and into the room. We're gonna tape it if we can. So we're sitting on the edge of a bed in a small motel near Dothan, Alabama, a place we don't know anything about, staring at the TV set, having determined that this very band, with Shelton, is going to be on in a few minutes. The Wollensak's microphone is as close as we can get it to the television's speaker. Food? Coffee? No, we weren't thinking about things like that. We were just waiting.”