I think that whatever it is that makes certain music timeless, was captured by the Grateful Dead. Of all the bands I listened to back in the 70's and 80's, well, not many would now make it onto my stereo system for another play. But there is something timeless in the GD's music that breaks through all things. Yeah, you might take a break and listen to other things for a while, but when you put a good Mississippi Half Step back on, from a good 70's show (on the stereo), it just continues to send chills up your spine.
How crappy it is to listen to these "Classic Rock" stations, which continue to play the same old garbage over and over and over (and over); is makes me want to puke. How may times can a person listen to "Sweet home Alabama"? Or Boston's, "It's Been Such a Long Time"? Just back up the garbage truck, and load it up. Keep the Dead, and listen to some College radio when you get sick of it.
I only wish the Dead 2003-2004 tour had continued on. They really did some good shows. I purchased about 12 of the shows before they stopped selling them. I think Bobby is wasting his time with RatDog. Phil on the other hand, puts an occasional Friends together that is just excellent. I think he ought to get Chris Robinson back on vocals; it fits so well with the sound.
I will admit, however, that if Rhino continues at their current pace, people will lose interest, and the Grateful Dead will indeed die, at least in terms of getting enough sales to elicit more concert vault releases.
By the way, a good CD to spin right now is Springsteen's Live in Dublin. That is some excellent stuff from Bruce!
It's like every morning, roll over and get up again and roll over and get up again.
For me it has been like the tide or phases of the moon, sometimes stronger and brighter than at other times.
But how can something that is ingrained in my DNA like the sound of the Dead die?
This spirit it moves me. And makes me smile, smile, smile.
I can't explain it. It is the soundtrack of my life
The scene evolve's into the next formation - Phil, Ratdog, all of the jam bands. If you take them for what they are and not expect a Dead rehash you should be able to twirl in ecstacy.
Evolution is revolution.
and all those memories, and all of the friends I made and still have and all of the sounds from 35 years of a collection of records, tapes and CDs....and the trips and the wonder.. to infinity and beyond
bliss is bliss - I touch it when I can-did then, do now, I plan on keep on keepin on
The bus came by and I got on - sometimes in the front seat, sometimes in the backseat, sometimes on the roof, sometimes breathing the exhaust and sometimes working on the engine.
today's cliche king or master folklorist?
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman-Song of Myself
Things that touch your life stay with you forever...you cannot discard them like an old T shirt. First love, first trip, watching the whales whatever. For me first hearing of Live Dead is part of that. My attachment waxes and wanes but the chain is unbroken and never will be. No blame for those who loved it and have left it all behind, but please don't deny it..just say
"thank you........for a real good time"
I will be the first to tell you that I took Jerry's death and the loss of a life pretty hard. And not in a very mature nature.
But still went to work. Still paid my bills and taxes. Still cleaned the bathrooms at home.
A bad painful divorce accompanied the loss of Jerry (some correlation but not much)
I love to see Bob, Phil, and others carry the torch. I love to walk and listen down memory lane, and have made new friends doing so. And certainly relived some KILLER memories of POW, WHAMO, SOCKO from the Largeman & the Fellas. The friends and fellowships of 83-95 will never be forgotten.
I like to look at the younger kids and wonder what they are thinking....
I am only speaking for myself...but there was a candle that used to burn thats no longer, and even though its been 12 years depending on who you ask....there is still a sense of loss and sadness.
Truth is.....deep down I knew it couldn't last forever.....but I wished it would.
I mean I am so grateful for life...I have a new kidney that keeps me rollin and tumblin, and working.
I think its best to be grateful for the gifts we received and shared, and pass on what we can, and live and love the best way we know how. "We will get by!"
"Goin where the water tastes like wine..."
“The Omnipotent Grateful Dead!”
I'm still having fun, I'm still seeing my friends at shows albiet, not Grateful Dead shows, but Bobby's there & Phil & Vince was (RIP) and a cast of many, many more...just enjoying everything as much as I can, and teaching my children how to survive in on this crazy spinning blue marble we call home. Took the family up to the Haight Street Fair a coupla weeks ago and had a total blast. Loved that last band...what's their name? Madame Butterfly...something like that...all day, everywhere people laughing and dancing and enjoying everthing. Over, over, over...maybe they're talking about the marble spinning over? People wearing blinders shouldn't tell others what to do!
Life does go on and we must celebrate what we had, what we have and what good things will come!!!!
Life's too short to be blue...
After Jerry passed it was too painful for me to really listen all that much. I went to one of the Other Ones shows, but after that I just stopped. All I could do was look back in sadness at what had been.
Then in 2004, a friend turned me on to all of the digitalization of the dead shows and where to download them. I was blown away... and it rekindled my love of all dead things. I went to the Comes A Time memorial the next year and really enjoyed reliving the memories.
The thing is that the scene will never be the same and the people will never be the same, but the memories always linger. And thanks to Bear (amongst many others), copious shows are out there waiting to entertain and fascinate.
I don't go to any of the post-dead shows any more, and frankly, I'm not very interested in most other so-called 'jam bands''. So for me, this site represents wonderful nostalgia and info on various shows that will continue to entertain me until I die!
Its not over till we say its over! All non-believers get off the bus. Maybe you were never on in the first place. Plenty of pseudo-heads in the later days. Luckily they were usually easy to spot sleeping in their chairs on the floor with the latest concert T on.
The Dead just make good sense to me. For that reason, I am "on the bus". Am I a "Deadhead"? I guess. But, most important, the Dead complement who I am and that's good enough for me.
"From day to day, just lettin' it ride,
You get so far away from how it feels inside,
You can't let go, 'cause you're afraid to fall,
But the day may come when you can't feel at all."
i hafta agree- the band does not exist now.
i only saw 'em 12 times.
the post-dead lineups, to me, are like spinoffs from a sitcom, that never, ever, match the quality of the original. gotta admit- haven't seen any of 'em, really don't care to... NOT to say that they aren't any good... it's just that- when you've seen the best, why settle for less? i'd rather listen to my ORIGINAL grateful dead shows, thank you.
the band is over... it WAS fun... the recordings STILL ARE fun... and i have "got on" with my life...
but i still listen to my 1000+ live shows.
I must admit -- I don't know if I'd be on the bus had I "started" now. My experiences actually seeing the Dead (and arranging my lifestyle around being a Deadhead) are inextricable from my Coming of Age. Before I ever saw them, I had decided that the Dead would be my path from childhood to whatever adulthood was. Strange as it sounds, this came to me in a dream! I saw my first show at 15 in NY, chose Stanford so I could see them more, and kept up faithfully until '95, which was just about the time of my Saturn return. There is something that is "over" for me, but I'm afraid that something is my youth, not my dance with the Dead!
"Study as if you were going to live forever. Live as if you were going to die tomorrow." -- Maria Mitchell