Just wondering if anyone has some good ol' advice for a young Dead lover.
I am the young age of nineteen and I love the Dead as much as the next Dead Head. But I just can't help but be real bummed that I missed it all. I was just six years old when Jerry died and still not old enough to see The Dead play. My parents were never Dead Heads. I feel like I missed out on the best part of history itself.
. I constantly watch live concert movies and ache to my bones wishing that I was there in that wonderful moment instead of alive and well in an age of what I feel is over consumerism. When I listen to the Dead my every cell jumps up and down screaming to be there front and center.
On top of it all I get a lot of grief from older Dead Heads that were there for the real deal. They complain that the young Dead lovers are fake and just listen to the Dead for some sort of image. I know I'll never know what it's like to go on tour. I know I'll never hear Jerry singing in real time. But I can't help it that I missed out. That doesn't mean I don't love them just the same! I could care less what the image puts out, I just want to melt into the music and let it vibrate every inch of my body until I nothing but love pours from the deepest depths of my soul.
Anyway, I just get so down sometimes because I'll never be there. Any advice?
Oh and yes, I have made my efforts to see Bobby, Phil, and Mickey when I can. And yes I love them just the same. But alone, or even together on occasion, they aren't the Grateful Dead of 1967.
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Thanks the back,
Ya, am talking about cracked out zombies drooling, the whole nine yards man. I remember they did not even ask for anything they just moaned and gowned. Chicago has some!@#$ areas. I had another experience after a show at the Rosemont. Again, i was in the trees and walked a while and found myself hanging under a bridge warming myself over a burning barrel of fire with some really pissed drunk street guys. I had a few brews with them and never spoke a complete or an intelligible word.. Just made farm animal noises and laughed with them. This is what a puddle will do to you sometime and they were game. Wow just talking about this has my hairs standing on edge. Ok next topic please.
this would be the cabrini greens, frankly, kinda looks like bombed out beruit from the highway
Dude, loosen up. I handed you an olive branch and now you want to pick apart my words. Anyway i am in a good mood so i will let is slide.
would beg for money from "broke ass hippies"..beside that i never considered myself a "Hippie" around my place there where only Freaks:-)(-:
Man did it. I also remember pulling over for gas a couple of exists on I-80 before Chicago. We pulled up in my "Toyota" van and 4 of us jump out and then about 5 zombies came to us begging for money. I then noticed the thick ass bullet proof glass on the window of the gas station and then also noticed that we were the only white people around (car were bouncing the whole gig) (also we were in the HOOD) and then noticed a large women coming towards us. She was filling up her car with her boy friend in the next stall. The first this she said was, "you don’t want to be around here," and then she looked at us all carefully (2 guys 2 girls all with dreads and patchwork pants) and then she moved into the front seat and grabbed a GD boot and then she said, "I know this shit!" "This is the Grateful mother fucking dead!" She said "i used to live in SF and you bitches are cool." Then with a roar she chased all the zombies who were begging us for money. (You know when you are in the shit when you are begging broke ass hippies on the road for money). And then she took our money and paid the little Indian guy behind the thick glass and then gave us back our change and said get the fuck out of here and nice talking which yawl."
Story after story i tell ya.
oh yeah, you dont' want to do that!!