"Long distance runner, what you standin there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door
Your playin cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.
Theres a dragon with matches thats loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down".............life is too short to be bummed out-you have your whole future ahead of you & plenty of music to listen to.............xoxo Gypsy Cowgirl
I’m 21 and I got into the dead when I was about 15. Through most of my high school life I dreamed of how it must have felt it live during that amazing period of American history. But as I grew up I found more and more different kinds of music that I loved. One day I maybe listening to a dead show, the next day I’ll put on Slayer or Nirvana. I know that a huge leap, but this made me realize something. It would be amazing to live during the 60’s and 70’s, but, think of all the different forms of music we have now. The choice’s we have are nothing like back then. Music has changed so much since that time and we have all that to experience too. The best part for me is that you can listen to a band from the 80’s or 90’s or even now and see how other bands have influenced them.
I will always have that dream of experiencing the whole seen the Dead were in (and created), but I will always feel that I have a piece of it in my heart
You seem like you're unnecessarily bummed. Yeah, it was a great time, but there's so much more still. I saw gobs of Dead shows. I'm not saying that to rub it in - but rather to let you know that there is life before and after the boys. Do I miss it? You bet. But what you feel now is the same thing we all feel now. We all long to be in the same time and space as Jerry, especially 13 years later. But until I invent that time machine, I'm still alive.
Get out and see some bluegrass. Go see some Jazz. Find an outlet that connects. Start playing music. If there are 2 things that I feel the band taught me, it was (1) live in the here and now, and (2) be part of a community. Now go out there and maximize your potential.
Man. To be 19 again! Life is just beginning. Something new is waiting to be born. Get out the pans don't just stand there dreamin. And nail a retread to your feet and pray for better weather!
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.
enough already. It is a fine idea, but not in every darn topic. Thank you.
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thaks for the back
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.