Greetings from a London deadhead...got switched onto the Dead by an old girlfriend while living in the US in the early 90's but, alas, never got to see them live...my only live experience is the post-Jerry Dead at Jones Beach, PAF at the same venue and RatDog when they played the Astoria a few years back...still, have managed to d/l numerous live shows via archive.org (before they stopped sbd recordings) and bt.etree.org with my favourite years being 1974 and 1977...it's great to have this forum because being a deadhead in the UK is a somewhat strange existence...you have this huge connection to this amazing world of GD music that somehow creates little resonance with most of your compatriots...I do my best to proselytise among my group of friends...put on some GD when they're round for dinner or something and wait for them to say, "this is good, what's this..." (a frequent reaction)...anyway, good to see there are some likeminded folk here in Europe!
I moved from the US to Grenoble, France in 1999, and unfortunately the only deadheads I meet here are the ones the old friends that come to visit me here. I'm about to move to Copenhagen for about a year and then return to Grenoble. Anyone out there in either of these cities...I'd love to get together and share some music and show memories over a cold beer or bottle of wine. Most of my european friends just don't seem to get the music. I'm sure there are some of you out there. I'd love to hear from you.
Saw the Dead twice in London in 1990. Had a fabulous time. Managed to get to the Wakarusa festival in 2005 and 2006. Best birthday present ever was listening to the Schwag playing Terrapin Station whilst dancing with my daughter on a sunday morning in Kansas.
The Dead have been a constant source of joy in this world we live in. I have passed my love of their music to my daughter, who knew all the words to Friend of the Devil at the age of 5, and even now as a typical 13 year old would rather listen to the 76 new year show than the Fratellis in the car. We sing their songs and dance. Though her friends thought her strange when she went to school with her steal your face lunch box. She is known as the hippy chick.
The Grateful Dead a band for all occasions and all ages. I thank you for the times we have had.
Be kind is my philosophy.
July, 2007 marks the release of Will King's solo album, Come on in from the Cold. Featuring twelve Americana-twinged tracks, special guests include Grammy nominated John Cohen [The New Lost City Ramblers, and recently featured in Martin Scorsese's documentary on Bob Dylan, No Direction Home]. Cohen, who served as inspiration for the Grateful Dead's "Uncle John's Band," plays mandolin and sings on the title track.
John Ventimiglia [Artie Bucco, The Sopranos] co-wrote "28 Days," and sings on the title tracks refrain.Other guests include Drummer Doug Yowell [Suzanne Vega, Duncan Sheik, The Dragonflys], bassist Saul Zonana [Ace Frehley, Luv Junkies] and vocalist RJ King.
For more information, please visit www.willkingmusic.com - click "music" to hear title track!
Will King is looking to develop a presence in Europe - if you can assist in any way [bookings/gigs - spreading the music/word] that would be great!
Many thanks....be well
For some reason, becoming a member didn't work out 6 weeks ago, but now I succeeded.
Never attended a show and became a fan only around 1992. Not necessarily because of what they were doing at that time but still I own all legal music except for Terrapin (too expensive, considering the period) and the last three downloads. Why are those no longer available?
I also own some 45 concerts from before the Live archive closed. Not having attended those shows I tend to prefer officially released concerts that sound great (apart from the terrible Jerry at Lunt Fontanne stuff which I can't stand and only goes to show not having attended the show makes one more critical...)
I am the lucky owner of the 10 cd Fillmore set which happened to sell out before official release. Should become a legal download, of course. Basically, I like everything up to October 1974, 1977 and some later concerts (DP 5 and DP 6 spring to mind, gotta love DP 6 cd2!). I think 1989-1991 is somewhat overrated, but it's a comeback anyway.
Great music, great site, nice discussion. Keep up the nice work!
Il ce pass quoi a Montreuil en septrembre?
J'ai deja vu une "cover band" a fete de la musique mais ca fait 6 ou 7 ans quand j'ai plus de nouvelles de cette groupe.
Je vous rassure, il y a encore quelques français qui savent ce qu'est la musique !!
Bien sûr, nous sommes un peu frustrés de ne pas avoir d'évènements majeurs concernant la période psychédélique, à part en septembre à Montreuil.
La chaîne Arte fait aussi des efforts avec cet été le Summer of Love.
Bref, si vous êtes là les Deadheads, faites-le savoir et je serai ravi de faire connaissance.
And in the end I arrived in France been livin in and around Paris since 1996.
If you know of an event that might interest a DH or just want to talk music while drinking a cold one send me a message.
Friends, deadheads, amurkans, lend me your ears.
I'm sitting here in Frome, Somerset, England listening to Bobby and the boys, from Tuesday night. The wonders of the internet. And there was me for a large chunk of the 80s - along with quite a few other folk, I now discover - believing I was the last deadhead in England (copyrighted for the title of my probably never to be written Autobiography). Fact was, with no internet back then, tape trading was not even a blip on the horizon unless you toured (and I was knee-deep in children and broke), and the studio albums of the 80s led me - sadly - to believe the Dead had turned into an MOR band. (Sorry Brent, that was you!).
The advent of the net, to which I had access at work from 1993, and then at home from '97 changed that. Now I'm sitting at my PC with over 800 downloaded shows by the Dead on it, most of the recorded output, lots of Dog, JGB and the rest of the family. Currently 18 weeks on non-stop family music on 1.5 terabytes worth of HD. And more to come!
But how did I get here? I blundered into the Dead in '66. 15 years old then, my older brother, bless him, introduced me to the glory that is rock 'n roll in the 50s, spinning Bill Haley, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Bo Diddley & Elvis non-stop on his bedroom Dansette. It's always been rock 'n roll for me (you can dance to it), and not "rock" music (no dancee, just shakee your long hair). The Dead the prime rock 'n roll dance band, and for those who naysay that, the Dead were ALWAYS a dance band, and always a rock 'n roll band. Don't argue with me, you at the back. Respect your elders.
I was at Public (ie. Private) school in Cambridge in the second half of the 60s. Friends had parents who boarded American students. I heard tapes of the Airplane late 66, and then Saint John Peel, 3 miles offshore on pirate Radio London, hit me late on night, early '67 I think, with Golden Road. Sold, one lifetime's worth of obsession and utter delight, to the lanky teenager in Woodford, Cheshire (nothing bu the dead & dying, now, in my home town). Oxford Uni, '69 to '72. First year exams stopped me seeing their first show here, a one-off in 1970. But the Dead became the soundtrack to my exporation of psychedelics ("majored" in that, rather than the Eng. Lit. & Lang. I was meant to be studying).
So the Europe '72 tour was my live initiation. Bless them, they turned up in our Finals term, and wrecked it, happily. Priorities. Only got to see 5 of the shows, from what I recall, but all of them beyond description. And the Wembley Dark Star is for me one of the finest pieces of music, of any description, of all time. It never fails to move me, so sweet and ecstatic is it. Utter bliss.
Got to see them every time they came over. 81 to 90 was like a desert, so the 90s shows were a delight, to find the band, and Jerry, in such fine form. But it was no surprise to me when the big man left us. He had too much to carry, and sooner or later that breaks you. I still tear up when I think of him, and bless him every day for what he gave us all during those years. As an old friend of mine once said to me, "He's the only guitarist who can drop you with a note". So true. And the only to make me laugh out loud, and then weep minutes later. He talked to our hearts, through our ears.
So, I'm sitting here at my desk, in gorgeous, green, wet Somerset, reflecting on over 40 years of connection to the many-headed monster that is the Dead. I get my live fix by flying over for the Ratdog Beacon shows these past two years, and come out of thos just as I did from seeing the Dead, high as a kite, skipping on tiptoe, and with a shit-eating grin splitting my face.
Gotta love it.
Love to you all, fellow deadheads - we are indeed everywhere :-)
you never you might end up with Matrix as well
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