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.
In 1997 I found out that my wife had been unfaithful and I was completely shattered. I remember stumbling around the house in a complete daze, unable to function, unable to think, just unable. And somehow I found myself at my stereo and ended up spinning Dicks Picks # 5 - Oakland 12/16/79. And when I heard Looks Like Rain it just stopped me, and I played it again and again and again and again. And it said to me, whoa, love trouble and pain to be sure, but just knowing that someone else had been there, understood, and survived to sing those feelings helped me hold it together. For a long time I had such mixed emotions hearing that song - it always took me right back to that place of pain, but also felt like a celebration of survival.
14 years later I'm sorry to say we didn't make it as a couple; we staggered on for another 11 years, split up, managed to remain good friends. And funny, just a couple of days ago a friend asked me for a copy of 4/14/72 from Copenhagen - wanted to hear Pigpen's Who Do You Love. So of course I had to spin the show - hadn't listened to it for years. And there it was - Looks Like Rain - but with Jerry on pedal steel! Sweet! And I noticed how even though it reminded me of that hard hard time, and I remembered the pain, its a memory now, not a body blow. I've let go and moved on. But I will always be grateful for the band somehow finding its way to me exactly when I really needed help, and will always try to pass that on.
The Dead have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and will always be. My father was an photographer by trade and a mellow gypsy soul. So much so that I was originally named Freedom Lily. My dad truly disappeared for about 8 years, he would follow the Dead from venue to venue. He gave me some stellar advice as a teen;
"...When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see,
There's just the pavement left and broken dreams.
In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind.
Down every lonely street that's ever been
Stella blue. Stella blue...."
And then said he wished he could rename me.
He also told me to never spit into the wind, don't pull the mask of the old lone ranger ....
That being said, when I need to feel that need, that pull, to have a touchstone of where my journey began, to remember who I am and that I am my fathers daughter... I put in a CD... and I remember. The day Jerry died, I called him and he told me to remember the day that the music really died.
I really never expected to connect the Dead with my faith, but God has a way of making surprising connections! Upon my first of 3 divorces, I became alienated from the church which abandoned me in my time of need. During my second marriage, I became a devoted Deadhead, and my husband and I enjoyed following the band on their East Coast tours. I stupidly became involved with another very controlling and manipulative man, ended my dream-marriage, and married #3. When he forced me out 6 months later, I felt like a complete failure at life (not an easy thing to face for a previously very successful over-achiever).
During the months that followed, my faith and the church became more important than ever to me. This time, it embraced and cared for me and taught me the meaning of grace. While driving to church one week, I heard "I Will Take You Home" (which my father and I had danced to at my 2nd wedding), and I had the most incredible feeling come over me. There's an amazing line in the song..."You can't get lost when you're always found." Well, I had sure felt hopelessly lost and ashamed of my actions for quite a while. When I heard this, I felt a profound sense of comfort and healing. I realized that God was speaking to me and reminding me that I can never be lost from God's embrace.
I'm guessing that not many "church" people would appreciate this connection, but it was incredibly real and very powerful for me. I still love the Dead. And I still love God. And I'm thankful for both!
For me Scarlet Begonias into Fire on the Mountain have been the songs that can take me away from all thats bothering me. It was played at the first show I saw and from then on it never failed to bring a smile to my face. Jerry's playing in these songs, especially the transition between them has the power to realign me and put me back onto the road to happiness.
The phrase, "Please don't dominate the rap, Jack, if you've got nuthin' new to say" has ended more than one pointless, circular argument.
Not the fanciest of stories, I'm sure, but just after having a baby later in life I couldn't remember many nursery songs right away for those middle of the night moments. Instead I sang to her what I knew..Sugar Magnolia, Peggy O and Bobby McGee.
Very interesting timing for this movie. I hope I can get out of here soon and go it. Where is "here"? Here is UCSF in San Francisco, where I am currently days away from receiving a Bone Marrow Stem Cell transplant to fix my broken blood and marrow. I was diagnosed with AML (a form of Leukemia) back in November 2010. Since then, I've been in and out of the hospital getting all kinds of chemo and preparing for my "new birthday" which is in 5 days.
When I'm not listening to Howard (no Stern bashers please, this post isn't intended to start a flame war) l listen to music constantly, and lately it's been 100% Grateful Dead. Either through my killer AudioEngine2 speakers in my room or while doing "laps" -- laps are when you walk with all your chemo setup around the hospital floor . It's my primary source of exercise, and I never walk without my iPod, QC-15s, and good ol' Jerr-bear.
This week it's been some early '73 shows and the Fall '91 Boston run: I attended all 6 of those Boston shows -- man, I can't believe that was almost 20 years ago. Those '91 shows with Bruce were some of my favorite... I just loved what he did with grand piano and all the Jerry/Bruce interplay. As I walk, I usually air drum and bop my head which brings smiles to the nurses and other patients on the floor.
Rather than re-tell everything here, I'll link to my blog which is here: http://jgwkia.com/ - means "jg will kick its ass," my motto since the very first day I was diagnosed with this bullsh*t. The short version is this: I will kick this thing in the ass, and the Dead will be my soundtrack and inspiration. If you're interested in following the story, c'mon over to the blog.
Best wishes to everyone dealing with anything like this or any other hardships. Let there be songs to fill the air!
I have many memories good and bad contributed to music...I have XM in my semi and when I am in traffic and about ready to have road rage :) I can turn on the Dead channel and it relaxes me.
The Dead have no doubt changed my life... For the past four years or so ive been on the road. travelling to many strange places, mostly where few people even think of going. Always travelling along, the dead have been my constant companions... At the start of each bus journey I play Ripple and Brokedown Palace, usually followed by Trukin' or Box of Rain... I have a thousand different memories from these songs...Some particularly memorable moments:
Trippin on the great wall to a 74 space jam, to sitting on my backpack at a Indian train station, watching the rats move around furiously (I was listening to Ripple at the time, not Wharf Rat!) To listening to a brokedown palace deep in the himalaya's, knowing that soon I would have to return 'home'
Long live the Dead and the feeling they offer us each and every time! :)
wonderful to hear and remind me that we have a great bunch of folks hanging out here