See knew it; I knew that we would agree at some point. Lets put our politics aside and talk some good old grateful dead! Cheers Frankly.
The Grateful Dead were and still are a very powerful force and have opened my doors of my perception. Opened doors to the world of music, travel, arts, etc. Today, the music of the Grateful Dead is what i relate to the most. Hell, the lyrics of the GD always reflected my own little world and experiences and continue to do so. I remember the first time i really went on tour and then conquered all my fears of travel and having no money etc etc. Getting out of so many jams!!!! Creativity can get you by and bring you too many places. That creativity can come in any form. How many times have you had a conversation with someone (non-head of any sort) and they say, wow how do you do it or aren’t you scared? I still hear this today, for example if i am going to some country, and if someone says, how do you do it etc etc. I usually think to myself, well how many times have i found my self spun to stars and getting myself out of a jam before or after a show etc. Getting lost in New Orleans (oops did i take the dreadful wrong turn trying to find the French Q again!) what canal is that way?, or getting of an exit too soon going to Soldiers, wow have some good stories there. Hotel management skills!!! Paying off the security with AK47 and bringing the N20 tank up the back stairs! Traveling from Sea to shining Sea!! Wearing as suit is not a bad thing as you can never truly judge a book by its cover. Don’t forget about Jerry Ties!!!! The Grateful Dead, the school of life.
you said it all and there's nothing left to do but smile smile smile:-)(-:
I've lived in the SF Bay area since Sept. 89, a month before the Loma Prieta quake. My ex-wife and son lived in San Rafael and he's a graduate of Tam HS. Used to walk to school past the Dead office and remembers as a kid when the Dead filmed one of their videos outside of New George's. Marin remains one of my favorite neighborhoods. The Dead remain one of my favorite garage bands of all time. Local guys who formed a special brotherhood with one another and invited us along for the ride.
After reading your words tomsull27, thanks bro.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
So much older then, parents, grand parents, etc. Some with reel-to-reel tapes, old cassettes that barely play and still others with the uncanny ability to remember each and every moment of this long, strange journey we all so lovingly recall.
Is it the first few notes of Ripple that brings a smile to our face no matter where we are? We are certainly keepers of the torch, the Lovelight, waiting on Terrapin with love that will never fade away.
We wear tie-dye not because its "be kind to old hippies day". We take pride in knowing we will never get off the bus. We are still along for the ride.
I've been asked too many times are you still a "Deadhead"? to which I proudly reply yes.
There was, is and always will be incredible energy in the legacy that Jerry, Bob, Phil, Pigpen, Mickey and Billy originally created and every one who ever played with them on stage. The incarnations of the band that have followed have carried on that magic and inspired musicians, artists and poets in every direction.
We are, and we always will be. One. A family, connected.
chanting "know our love won't fade away" for 30 + minutes while the band took a break and then came on stage and joined in over a couple of hundred shows actually made my love not fade away, for the band or the other thousands of brothers and sisters that stood next to me doing the same thing.
The ride is over but I can still remember the song. Now my 20 something kids are going to Mule and the dog etc....and I get to put out my love that way. I did get on with it and I miss it every day.
After hundreds of show starting at the Willy Nelson picnic in '78 to Alpine in '95 from coast to coast I had a blast, kinda took it for granted at times, especially in hind site.
Since '96 I've been a member of a local stage hand union and have the chance to be at hundreds of shows a year, Crazy, I spent my young adulthood trying to get back stage and now that the band is gone I spend my life back there.
That's where mainly I spend my time... Make good money/five dollars a day... Made any more I might move away... Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues.... He can't win for losin'... Lotta poor man got to walk the line.... Just to pay his union dues
are history.i listen to them every day from day till dawn and i might not be the only one as i see that we are exchanging our views on GD-Net.well,jerrys gone..but please understand that even if he would be alive his age would be 67years today.and maybe he would have better things to do than touring all year around america,so every newcomer could see him alive.sorry,man but jerry died of exhaustion from the responsability that was on hi shoulders,but he left a gigantic music legacy that most of us wont have the lifetime to hear it.History..i am right now watching a french documntary about people in the 3rd world working for dimes and risking their lives..you know how this docu. is titeled "Workingmans death",well seems all pretty actual to me!!peace anyway to all historians!!!!!!:-)(-: