Share Your Stories Of Healing With The Dead
The feature film The Music Never Stopped is based on the true story of an estranged father and son reconnecting through the power of music, particularly the music of the Dead. How has the music of the Dead helped to heal you? Is there a specific song that has given you inspiration when you needed it? A memory of the Dead that has greatly enriched your life? Submit your personal tale of "gratefulness" in the comments of this page and not only we will pass along your anecdotes to the band, but you may just win a copy of The Music Never Stopped soundtrack and a t-shirt from the film. 10 winners will be selected at random.NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. Open only to legal residents of the 50 United States and D.C. (excluding Puerto Rico, U.S. Virgin Islands and Guam), 18 and older (or 19 and older for residents of AL and NE) at time of entry. Void where prohibited. To enter: Visit http://www.dead.net between 12:00pm Pacific Standard Time (“PST”) on March 21, 2011 and 12:00pm PST on April 1, 2011 and follow online instructions to submit entry. Limit one (1) entry per person/address/email address. Subject to Official Rules available HERE.
As soon as I heard "Playin'" off the "Skull Fuck" LP, way on back when it was released, I felt an unusual certainty that all is OK, beyond whatever is happening. I was moved to tears when D.J. Jimmy rabbitt used to play songs like "Pride Of Cucamonga" & "Me & Bobby McGee" from the original LP releases on the radio in Boss Angeles. Why? Because I knew underneath it all, Country music & Psychedelic Rock were all as One. Johnny Cash was as cool as Cannonball Adderley. And they KNEW it. I guess we all did, but some found it hard to believe. I didn't ever go see The G.D. until around '84 but always knew they were specially tuned into a point of Truthful Power. Their unantural supernatural Natural touch on things; I.E. stage prescence / interpretory / jamming. I would never ever think of leaving to piss when Drumz started to rear it's beautiful head. Anyways, I just hope to God I win a t-shirt. Thanx to Bobby, Jer, Micky, Billy, Phil, Pig, & the rest of you kookie musicians that wake up the Dead in all of us.
" folks too young to be a REAL deadhead and suspect foreigners".........the 1 thing that immediately came to my mind was in Spring of 1974, my son (then 3) & I went over a cliff in a car wreck (not intentially). He broke his femur (thigh) bone & had to re-learn how to walk. Had crutches for several months. Including when we went to the 6/8/74, Oakland Collesium gig. But, when we got there, his father threw away the crutches & said we're not taking them in. The music was playing.....We were on the grass, my son looked @ me, looked away, then looked @ me again (I knew he was going to take off) & took off running the perimeter of the stadium, looking back & laughing-just kept looking back & laughing @ me. Although he was limping, I knew he'd be alright.....:)))
Its funny you guys just posted this. I am sitting here getting ready to go in for an angiogram tomorrow and have been checking out YouTube videos of the boys. I don't care what anyone says, doesn't matter when or where, but hearing Jerry always brings a calming of the nerves, and believe me it is working now. Eyes of the World and Peggy O just have a way of taking away any anxiety.
I think the idea is to post stories in the comments.
For a non qualifying answer I would say that several of those long rambling shows from 1973 have served well over the years to lift me up and away from this world for three hours of surfing on the edge of space and dreams. Best of all when they include that mellow jam out of He's Gone though a storming Truckin and back into spacey territory (e.g May 13 and 26). Afterwards I always feel better, refreshed, more optimistic and ready to drop back into it all.
Sugaree from March 18 1977 helped save my sanity over several weeks while dealing with a nightmare situation a few years back. I just listened to it at least once a day until I found a way through and out.
However I see that I can only get a prize if I am a legal resident of the 50 United States and D.C. (excluding Puerto Rico, U.S. Virgin Islands and Guam), 18 and older (or 19 and older for residents of AL and NE) at time of entry.
Quite right too I say: time to roust out those illegal immigrants, lazy tropical islanders, folks too young to be a REAL deadhead and suspect foreigners.
I'd like to, but I'm not finding a way to do so.