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.
I was born with the Grateful Dead playing and they have been a comfort o me ever since. I was named after Cassady my middle name being Cassady and last being Nehl (pronounced Neal). I've always turned to the dead for healing and they have been there through many a close calls with my Dad who was on the edge many times but has come through the fire and is good now. My best memories are seeing shows with my Dad and being connected to something so much greater than oneself. Today my Mom is having surgery on Cancer that has returned to her system. She is in Bend, Oregon and I am on Oahu and couldn't be there this time. I got up early this morning and sat at the computer and pushed play. Comes a Time came through and tears came down. Somehow you just know that its going to be okay when the music play. Just thankful that the band and the circle have pushed through for so long and always realized how much power and healing they offered to all of us. I got on the Original bus when it was parked in the swamp on Kesey's farm and have always been Grateful for the kindness that the circle has shown. One more Mission in the Rain, and I know that Mom will com through today as she goes under the knife. Thanks are an understatement, but they are all I've got.
Funny that this came about today... Healing with the Dead..
I dont have alot of friends, and what friends I do have I cherish. Yesterday, one of them commited suicide... This guy, struggled with alcoholism and was a very talented guitar player. 10 months ago, he drug me kickin and screamin back into the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. I owe him dearly with my life and for helping me to achieve sobriety once again. Unfortunately his demons got the best of him. I have been listening to Brokedown Palace all morning. There are so many songs that I could have chosen, but this is one that myself and him related to the most during points in our sobriety. RIP David Zink, your pain has been removed. Give Jerry a hug !
Am I doing this right? I tried to put my story in and it never asked about my name or anything. I am not exactly literate on this thing so maybe I'm just a rere.
Song, from its release resonated with me. In Nov. 2006 my mom passed away and I decided to have it played at her graveside, with rh's blessings on DNC. He said "Today the song is your Mom's." All who were there were moved by its playing. Powerful stuff.
Two weeks later, my daughter got married. She had already chosed Brokedown as the Father/Daughter Dance before her Nana's funeral. Asked me if I wanted to go with it....Oh yeah....lots of happy tears.
I have always been heavy, I don't remember a time when I was "normal" sized. And because of it I didn't go out much. I had a small circle of friends and that was what I knew. Then one day my friend said "I got us tickets to go see Steve Miller and the Dead". My knowledge of the dead was limited, but decided to go because I loved Steve Miller.
It was the first time in my life I felt like I fit in. Then the boys walked out on stage and opened with Touch Of Grey. I felt like someone had just wrapped me in a big blanket of love. I was hooked at the moment. I knew that whenever I was at a dead show I wasn't the fat girl, I was just another deadhead, a friend, a sister.
Over the years my memories of shows and music have helped me to survive whatever life throws my way. From Unbroken Chain, when my Dad died of prostate cancer, to Ripple when my mom died a year later. When my friend (who took me to the show) ask me to marry him it seemed only fitting that we have the dead at our wedding. Instead of Westminster Chimes my attendants made their way down the aisle to Jerry singing "How Sweet it is to be Loved by you." And although Unbroken Chain is a heavy song, the opening strumming is sweet and it was to that, that I made my way down the aisle. It was a beautiful day filled with Jerry and the boys and everyone else we loved.
I wish I had found the dead sooner. I first saw them in 91' and saw them as often as I could. In June of 95' I ask my Dad if I could blow off a family reunion to see the dead, he said yes. He died July 8th and then a month later we lost Jerry.
Their music will never die, it will live on for generations because it is the music that can fill a soul and make the journey of life a little easier.
Seems I can't post a link? The second one went to a slideshow podcast of my friend Bart's life. There was an accompanying text to explain the music selection.
Here's the story:
I went to see Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead with his other band , Ratdog perform at the Fox Theatre. Dawn went with me. This was the first time I’d gone to see anything like this since Bart died.
That night the band performed my favorite Grateful Dead song “Mexicali Blues” and Dawn’s favorite Grateful Dead song “Box of Rain”. Neither one of us had ever heard the songs live before and during the songs we could feel Bart’s presence. I think it was his way of letting me know he’s OK.
The capper was when we heard the encore song “Brokedown Palace”. Bart and I had listened to the song often, and I know how much he loved this song, and the meaning that it held. When Dawn and I heard it as the final song of the evening it left no doubt in our minds that Bart had sent us a message, and tears streamed down our faces during the song. The actual recording of that song is the music for this podcast.
In the summer of 2007 I lost my partner of 3 1/2 years, very suddenly & unexpectedly. Having been married twice before, it was finding him that helped me find myself. While I had always wondered if I might be gay, it wasn't until I met him and over the course of our relationship that my eyes were opened to truely being comfortable with me being who I am and not living up to other people expectations of who or what I should be.
It has been said before that previous relationships are just stepping stones on path towards true love. For that I will forever be grateful to him for making me a much better and happier person today.
Leading up to the day he died, I had to go out of town for a conference. On my way to Atlanta where the conference was held, I spoke to him, and the last words he ever spoke to me before he hung up was that he loved me with all of his heart. The conference lasted over the course of three days. During that time, I tried repeatedly to get in touch with him to no avail. As each day passed without hearing from him, a sense of something bad had happened grew stronger. When I returned home, I went to his house and my greatest hear became reality. I found him at his home dead. The coroner had estimated that he had passed away sometime later that night on the day that I last had spoken to him.
Although he had never gotten the opportunity to see the Grateful Dead, I did take him to a Phil Lesh & Friends concert at the Tower Theatre in Upper Darby, PA in 2006 which he enjoyed very much. At his funeral, I put together a powerpoint presentation of pictures from his life from childhood up to the most recent ones of us together and set it to the tune Brokedown Palace. It has been this song that has helped me find comfort and pay respect to a person I so dearly loved and miss. to this day, whenever I hear this song and the line,..."I love you more than words can tell"... I always think of him. And Jerry!
My first show to see the Grateful Dead was 3/27/89 at the Omni in Atlanta, Ga. from that day on and still, I am so eternally grateful to Robert Hunter for composing such a beautiful lyrics, and to Jerry, Bobby, Phil, Mickey, Billy, Pigpen, and Donna & Keith, Brent, Vince and Bruce Hornsby for creating the music that I would describe as the soundtrack of my life. Thank you all for the numerous happy memories, joy, and comfort you have given me. I love you all!
I went to my first show with my best friend bart back in 1977. In the yeas since, Bart and I went to many shows together. Often times we were joined by others, but every show I saw, I was with Bart. He passed away suddenly on 10/17/2005
The following summer, Bobby and Ratdog came to St Louis, and in that show came one of the most powerful moments of my life. The story is here:
Ever get a horrible song stuck in your head? Something like "if you like pina coladas"? (sorry)
When that happens to me, I always sing Uncle John's Band. Nothing can compete, and horrible song? Gone! Aaaah.
I grew up in a family that was very big on silence and mental and physical abuse. For the longest time I thought that was how families were; how they were supposed to be.
Then, I heard "Touch of Grey" on the radio. I don't remember how old I was @ the time; I was very young. The only reason I remember it at all was for the chorus. I didn't know who the band was that sang the song. Heck, I didn't even know the name of the song but for years the words 'I will get by, I will survive' got me through numerous bad times.
I was introduced to the Grateful Dead by a friend's older brother when I was 12 years old. He played tape after tape after tape. I was enraptured. I remember thinking @ the time that I thought that this band knew me. Knew my family. The song Hard Time was my life. I resolved to find tickets and go to a show.
Three years later I was finally allowed to go to my first show. And I just fell in love. With everything. The people on the lot, the electricity of the show, the way I just closed my eyes and danced as I had never danced before. I finally felt loved for the first time, by people who I had never even met. My mind was blown away. I never realized before that first show how someone could love and be loved by someone you just met. I just kept dancing and crying and smiling so hard that my face hurt by the time the show ended.
There are so many songs that have helped me throughout the years. Even to this day, when I listen to my old tapes or cd's, there is a song to help me through my day.
Eventually, after I left home to find the family I had always wanted as a child but hadn't found until I learned of Grateful Dead tour, I came back to my blood family. I took my father to his first show in '94 and while he didn't get it as much as I had, we bonded over his 2 favorite songs: Brokedown Palace and Ripple.
The Grateful Dead family that I have now, the experiences I had along the way, and the compassion and love that I learned will never be forgotten.
The Grateful Dead gave me so much - more than I ever thought I'd ever have in my life. If not for them, I would never have met my son's father. Unfortunately my son never was able to see the Grateful Dead live, since he was conceived four years after Jerry's death. Even so, he still loves the music as much as both his father and I did and we take him to see Phil, Bobby, and Furthur whenever they come around.
I wish I could have met Jerry before his passing to thank him for all the beauty that he supplied for my once miserable life. I love every one of the members of the Dead and I'd like to thank them for the hope that they instilled in a once little girl who is now a grown woman.
Without the Grateful Dead, I know I would not know the happiness I have in my life today. Even in the roughest of times, I know all I need to do is turn on the radio, close my eyes and dance my bootie off to the sound of the boys.
Thank you for the love, the memories, and the family that I have in my life this day. I will never forget any of the life lessons I learned from the best musicians in the world. The Grateful Dead got me through some of the roughest patches in my life and they are now getting me through my sobriety.
To Phil, Bobby, Mickey, and Bobby - You are in my heart, thoughts, and prayers every day. Thank you for everything. I love you all.