A kind soul referred me to this weblink, for more on Jerry Moore and his taping ability.
Like a steam locomotive, rolling down the track, he's gone.... & nuthin's gonna bring him back.
I'll always admire, and envy, Jerry for his incredible talent in obtaining good quality tape recordings of shows during the mid 70's. In particular, I really enjoy the tonal quality and microphone placement of the 10/1/76 Indianapolis show ( that I hitch-hiked to from Boulder).
Jerry paired-up w David Gans on Sirius XM to feature Jerry's live recordings. His story-telling is legendary and fun to hear. Maybe David Gans, or David Lemieux, can arrange for bits from the Sirius show to get some dead.net audio coverage? Check out the slow start to Bertha!!
Thanks for the post GRTUD. Spent many a night and many hot summer nights dancing away as she sang away on stage. Always a good time. Thank you Koko.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Thanks for "Wang Dang Doodle" as well many other songs and appearances. Rest in peace.
"The task is, not so much to see what no one has yet seen; but to think what nobody has yet thought, about that which everybody sees." - Erwin Schrödinger
hugs and love to all who miss their loved ones. Also, thanks for easing us in...
long time deadhead, Hunterhead, all around nice guy, passed away very recently.
he will be missed.
may the 4 winds blow you safely home.
not in this forum, but it was just 2 days ago, we were exchanging quips online...
just goes to show, you don't ever know...
sincere sympathy to Jerry's family and friends.
take a moment today to remember all those who gave their all so we can enjoy what we have
I had to go to my deadhead friend Marsha funeral today. She fought hard for 7 years then lost the battle of breast cancer. This for everyone who had has cancer in their lives...
What Cancer Cannot Do
Cancer is so limited ...
It cannot cripple love,
It cannot shatter hope,
It cannot corrode faith,
It cannot eat away at peace,
It cannot destroy confidence,
It cannot kill friendship,
It cannot shut out memories,
It cannot invade the soul,
it cannot reduce eternal life,
It cannot quench the spirit,
It cannot lessen the power
of the resurrection.
RIP Marsha I will miss you xoxox
Love & Peace, Gigi
today marks the one year anniversary of the death of my stepdaughter, amy -- or as i liked to call her, mimi.
she is sorely and dearly and lovingly missed my her father, her mother, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins, her friends, and her stepfather and halfbrother.
mimi was a wonderful and spirited girl, full of sass and life and adventure.
my life will never be the same because of her-- both because of her life and because of her death. she taught me many lessons about love, patience, kindness, and cooperation.
i wish i could convey the depth of our loss, but words were not invented to fill that chasm.
i'll play 'birdsong' for her today- over and over- we both love that song.
peace to you, mimi; peace to those who are learning to live without you.
peace to those of you out there suffering in your losses, your pains, and your heartaches.
Just wanting to share some love here. It's been one year since one of my best friends, Brad Ryan, passed. He was always a brother to me - we have lifelong connections in our family of friends here in Peterborough, Ontario, and elsewhere. One thing we shared was a deep love of the GDead, travel, and deadhead culture, mainly through the music. I remember the memorial last May - 300 people came from near and far to pay tribute and we were blown away. Brad, I know you would have been on tour with us this spring - in fact I feel that you WERE with us every step of the way.
Here's a bit of the obituary for any of you who might be interested or in case it rings a bell...
Bradley Read Ryan (b.Oct 14, 1976, Collingwood, Ontario - d. Apr 5, 2008, Palm Springs, CA)
After a week of suffering from brain injury resulting from a climbing accident, Bradley Ryan died on Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 in Palm Springs, CA. Bradley had been climbing in Joshua Tree State Park, Arizona, with friend, Taavo Martin, when Bradley fell and suffered a head injury. After almost a week in hospital, Brad suffered a stroke and lost all brain activity. He was 31 years of age.
Bradley was a man of many and varied interests. He was a true connoisseur: quality was his pursuit. He applied this with fervour to many things: music, woodworking, growing food, minerology, sport. He studied African and Latin percussion and instrument-making, saxophone and electric bass, and performed regularly on turntables as DJ Son. Ultimate frisbee, disc golf, climbing, cycling, canoeing and backcountry skiing were among his favourite activities. He loved the Kootenay mountains of British Columbia and found physical and spiritual balance there.
Bradley lived his life with conscious intent and showed us that it was possible to live fairly and sustainably. He had an avid interest in mycology and harvested many types of medicinal mushroom. He was a graduate of the Native Studies program at Trent University, and his experience in Pangnirtung, Baffin Island, inspired him to create a fair trade network through which he could sell arctic char, mushrooms and chocolate at the Saturday Farmers’ Market through his own business Sonic Son Foods. He dreamed of buying land in the Sharbot Lake area to grow food, hunt and build a home on.
Bradley was highly principled and believed strongly in the power of community. This, above all, was what he lived for. He brought so many of us together in the name of music, food, seasonal celebrations, and sharing in each others’ successes. In his short life, he succeeded in his goal of connecting family and friends across Canada and around the world.
A truly brave and bright spirit, Bradley will be sorely missed by those who loved him. He is remembered by his friends and family in Toronto, Peterborough, Phoenix, New Hampshire, Calgary, and Nelson.
Thanks everyone for sharing your loves, your losses, and may we all grow stronger for having known these fine people.