Introducing Ourselves - Part 2
Since the original topic now has hundreds of introductions and is getting a bit hard to navigate, this seems as good a time as any to launch a new one.
The original is here, should you wish to catch up on the who's who since this opened up in May.
If you haven't introduced yourself yet, please do! And if you already have, but have something new to tell us about you and your life, speak up!
(A bit of housekeeping business so we don't have to repost everything we posted before--izzie and I are the moderators here, and for our more extensive intros see the original topic.)
Thanks and welcome!
Welcome DeadHeadBornNBred. You don't have to make do with old albums anymore.There is the spirit of the Grateful Dead Music in the air,a place where millions of us can unite as one. It is live music incorporating the endless creativity that flows and allows us to feel free. It is a recent miracle called the Grateful Dead channel on Sirius satellite radio, channel 32. It is an endless joy for me to know that those who didn't experience this music the first time around can hear it now. I have been to many hundreds of shows and my 25 year partner was a taper with literally hundreds of tapes, and they play stuff on that channel that neither one of us have heard before. Absolutely amazing! Peace and Love
Hi, im what i guess you could call the next generation of deadhead. its possible i was born in the wrong time because the music and culture of my peers doesnt really do it for me. you guys have no idea how lucky u are to have been around during the golden days, these days we have to make do with old albums and the odd wanna-be woodstock knock off concert.
signed, a lost soul
Welcome Chuck!! Glad to hear you have a pickle too :)
Yup we got the green pickle well hidden on our x-mas tree. An odd tradition, but there it is.
Hello all, just want to introduce myself: Chuck Bimba, once an active DNC poster, but caught the electronica bug a few years back and wandered off. Been digging out my old tapes recently and falling in love with the music all over again. Nice to see that Bobby and Phil and everyone are still pretty active. Nice also to see the heads are still active and supportive. I am looking forward to getting some updated music from Phil and Friends, Ratdog, Hot Tuna and others, to hear how the music is progressing. I do miss the sounds and the people who make going to hear this music so rewarding. Hope to get out and about again this year and see for myself how its going.
My mother loves pickles and peanut butter
I live in Miami I'm a "newbie" but what can I say its now an obsession
I'm actualy making sculptures and stuff in my wooded yard that represent GD songs and lyrics.
My kids think I'm funny my wife thinks I'm nuts
Any Miami or south Florida DHs outhere?
And the road goes on forever....
Ever had a peanut butter and pickle sandwich? No joke man. It's good.
The Christmas pickle is not really a pickle at all. It is a pickle-shaped ornament that is the last one hung on the tree on Christmas Eve. The first child to find the Christmas pickle gets an extra gift from Saint Nicholas. Or so the so-called legend goes.
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle :)
" There was this time I was riding my bike, I was going down a mountain road. I was doing 150mph On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, & on the other side there was nothing.There was just a cliff in the air, but I wasn't payin attention you know, I was just driving down the road.All of a sudden by accident, a string broke off my guitar, it broke right there.Went flying across the road that way and wrapped itself around a yeild sign. Well the sign didn't break. It didn't come out of the ground & the string stayed wrapped around it, stayed in the other end of my guitar, Held onto my guitar with one hand, the bike with the other. I made a sharp turn off the road, Luckily I didn't go into the mountain, I went over the cliff.I was doing 150mph sideways, & 500 ft down at the same time. Hey, I was lookin for the cops, cuz you know, hey I knew that it was illegal. Well, I knew I didn't have long to live in this world, I knew it was my obligation to write one last farewell song to the world..... & it come to me like a flash, like a vision burnt across the cloulds.... Hey, I knew it wasn't the best song I'd ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it. But, you know the most amazin thing was I din't die, I landed on the top of a police car & it died. I come into down at a screamin 175mph singing my new Motorcycle song. I stopped in front of the deli & there was a man eating the mostTremendous Pickle. A pickle the size of 4 pregnant watermelons. Just a huge monster pickle. He walked up to me, pushed the pickle in my face & started asking questions.........."
...... I couldn't resist sharing a piece of the Pickle song, but I won't take up any more space here, I'll just write this, my favorite part of this song
"and stuffed if in the bullet hole in the middle of the pickle, took the pickle with the ticket & shoved it down my throat".....
" don't want a tickle, just want to ride on my motorcycle."
She didn't want to get in a pickle!!
Were they kind pickles?
Are you kind?
I'm sure there were people shouting at her from all directions - she must have just lost her herring.
"Where does the go?"