Grateful Dead

... upon opening the mailbox
54 arrived one day earlier than UPS tracking info :)

sliced open the wrapper,
opened the box,
and promptly read the CLIPPINGS from the Baltimore Sun,
and then flipped-open the left side of the box

an absolute chill ran thru my body
while sitting on our patio in the bright warm sunshine
and realizing that I remembered...

... reading the exact newspaper article
in the Philadelphia Bulletin

march 1973
age 13+
8th grade
52 years later
and sparked a strong memory
YOWZAH!

[You see, The Bulletin was an early evening fish wrap
my friends & I delivered to our neighbors after school (7th, 8th, & 9th grade)
every afternoon (Mon thru Fri) and early Sunday mornings, and
with the word "BULLETIN" screen printed in blue across a large handled white canvas delivery bag
which actually did transform to "a touch of gray" over time from repeated black newspaper ink rub-off.
we delivery kids, cleverly improvised and wrapped that bag
around the handlebars of our bikes rather than the un-cool carry it over the shoulder.
Yes, after completing the deliveries, you'd sit on a curb,
because you always had an extra paper in case of tears/accidents/rain
do a quick read with your friends, and interact/disagree/agree/conceptualize
the day's events & sports]

Arrived here in The Mohawk Valley at seven-thirty pm Monday night.

Our old dependable mailman Duane, has transferred someplace better. So, now we're lucky if it comes at all...

But it's here :)

I got heynowed for the time??

Edit: Is anyone else terrified they're going to crack a disc trying to get them out the first time?

Hey Dennis as Ronmarley1 suggested the Grace Note ( had to google that! ) wasn't done yet when I/we uploaded but said it had been since. I deleted the Bonus disc and re loaded it and it was fine so I did the 3 Baltimore discs and they were all good as well. I did manually enter all the song titles, album info and artwork for disc 1 before I read Ronmarley1's post but deleted anyway so all the data is the same for all! Haven't had a chance to listen yet though!!!

Joey - yes, the first disc was in there so tight no matter how I worked the disc and pressed the center it would not come out without some serious disc bending. It ripped ok though...

Uncle Tripple, very cool post, what a memory. I delivered papers on bike for a short while, man.. the pay was almost nothing.

Murphy’s F in Law…
Just received used “real” copy of Dicks 10, and 18 is in town at the PO, along with DaP 54, waiting to be picked up and loved, but I’m too damn busy with adult BS, including my systems being moved, so can’t give it the full Pedro dammit! Ah well, like Benjamin’s in da bank baby!

Haven’t seen the bonus art yet (duh,see above) but being a long suffering Sabres fan from their spin of the roulette wheel 1970 inception and from the convo I’d say sounds like ode to the Great Bu faf a low Sabres of the nineteen seventies.
Blue and Gold with a Sabre…AND, Cliff Clavin little known fact: in their inaugural season at home games the “Sabre Girl” would come out in some little outfit waving a Sword around skating to the mad crazy sounds of the Sabre Dance (very brassy 70s sound) blasting over the PA, eventually dramatically thrusting the sword into the Goal net! How’s that for an entrance lol
For some reason they didn’t keep up with it very long?
Art theme would have been more fun if the short lived but mighty Buffalo Braves had been integrated ; )

Uncle T SHAZAM!
Great story
Had a friend with a paper route…we’d always end up helping him do it because he’d be needed to even up one squad of whatever sport we happened to be playing in the street at the time, hey, many hands make fast work lol
Don’t think he ever shared the “wealth” though lol

Wow. Just wow. An outstanding release in every respect. The show’s tremendous. The sound is really good. The artwork is outstanding. For me, this is probably the best DaP since #34 (Miami ’74). Discs all play properly. (So far, anyway. Haven't spun the bonus disc yet. Knock wood.) And it even arrived on schedule.

Admittedly, this one’s right in my personal wheelhouse. I knew I was going to love this show as soon as I saw the performance date. 1973 was, for me, the highest high, a sweet spot in which the iconic songs still felt new, the musicianship was miles ahead of where they started but nothing had become routine, the voices were still fresh, the jams still able to turn on a dime in a way they would only rarely do when Mr Hart rejoined. Opinions will vary, yada yada, but for me this is peak Dead.

One of the joys of the Dave’s series has been that he’s made me realize there’s so much to appreciate outside of my ’69, ’72, and ’73 comfort zone. I never expected to enjoy a 1990 show as much as I have DaP 44, or an ’83 as much as #52. I appreciate that, Dave! But goddam and shit howdy, a good ’73 show just blows me away like nothing else.

Interesting to read that some folks have had problems with the CD case. Mine actually arrived with the little plastic ring thingy that holds disc 3 broken, so that the disc fell out when I opened the cover. (Didn’t scratch, thank ye gods.) So I guess I’ll just have to use one of those paper envelope things to store that disc. This is a good example of the “small stuff” one should probably not sweat, IMO, but yeah, a bit of a bummer.

My main point: I'm blown away. And to think, we've got another 60 discs coming in just a few weeks.

45 years ago my deadhead circle were on our way to Atlanta to the Fabulous Fox Theatre to see the mighty Grateful Dead, with a new keyboard player on board, (first time seeing Brent) and a new lp fresh off the presses. What a day/night/ride and what a show, with the planetarium in full cosmos display. Saw many a band in different locales but the Fox was and still is, the best place I ever saw a show.

As far as the new release, can't wait, unfortunately the post office keeps changing the delivery date, from Saturday to Monday to today. Will it ever arrive? will it be pushed back another day/week/month? miss the old post office, before T and his lackies. Now I have compared shipping services, and I think UPS might now have the lowest rates. Maybe time to change shipping service?

Shall we go, you and I, into the transitive Nightfall of Diamonds

If you got the curves baby....

I got the angles.

Arrived last evening in western Colorado
About 1/2 day ahead of estimate.
Thanks Dave!
Cheers

I personally wouldn't usually post about this sort of thing as it's maybe a small trivial gripe, but seeing as it may be a bigger issue for concern production wise I thought I would weigh in.
Yeah, that first disc plastic made me wary as all hell getting it out the initial, and second time! After ripping the other discs and holding the whole package differently to place the cds in & out the first disc plastic loosened up a bit. But I tell you! I was petrified while working it out, wondering the whole time what the hardiness & plasticity of this plastic was! Kinda worked it real slow style, little bits at a time, .....with a lil twist! Shit!!!
Relief nothing broke, and yeah, the music is awesome. Beware though the plastic!

I'm LOVING the photos in # 54, courtesy of our own DMCVT, who snapped these at his first show. That recalls the pics that forensicdoc provided for ... can't remember, but pretty recent release.

It's a nice touch that the fans can cough up content for these releases, they are received, used, honored and credited. Kinda gets me just a teensy weensy bit warm and fuzzy... Or was that the whiskey?

Cheers gents, HF

I’ll defer to Oro, but here are some thoughts. Clearly a nod to the Sabres. That is where they used to play. I believe the power lines are a reference to all the electricity generated from nearby Niagara Falls. They are ubiquitous in Buffalo. The building at the far end of the street is the old Buffalo Aud. Not sure of the street itself. From my recollection, the Aud was in an odd location. My guess would be nearby Chippewa Street that was full of pubs. I don’t recall it being paved with bricks, however. Happy listening and go Leafs.

From doc were of the Jai-Alai Fronton in Miami. Agree, it's nice to see the contributors here go above and beyond the call of duty.

Yowza wowza! I've always dug the '73 versions of this song & jam a little more than other years, (all years are groovy!) for the length and vibe. This version however I felt was a lil bit more awesome than the others. Also it was a big 2nd set style jam in the 1st as a closer.

The band is tight, nuanced and fluid. They're clearly listening to each other. This is the kind of playing that got me hooked on the Dead as a teenager.

That newspaper delivery was a joke for a kid. One shitty customer and you lost all you made.

My one buddy did newspapers AND TV Guides. Both suffered same problem. If one customer didn't pay, there went your pay.

I made DAMN good money shoe shinning in bars. I go out Saturday mornings and pedal the bike up the local state highway and hit all the bars. Charged a quarter for a shine, most gave a half buck. This would be 1968, I was maybe 12. I'd come home with 30 to 40 bucks! Mom would take most of it from me and put it in the bank.

"Your not going to pissed this much money away. In a few years you're gonna want a car and will need money"

Mom, she knew her shit!

Maybe I missed it and someone answered already, but why is the crab wearing a top hat?

A Crab in a Top Hat, good question, who knows...

Both the Monopoly Man and Scrooge McDuck were from Baltimore, and both famously wore top hats. (kidding)

The only reference I can think of is a graphic and ornament / costume addendum you often see around Halloween, a Raven in a Top Hat. Raven in a Top Hat is reminiscent of the Victorian Gothic era as was Edgar Allan Poe, the Baltimore native who wrote The Raven and A Dream Within a Dream. Phil Lesh infamously read parts of the Raven while sucking from a nitrous tank during space on the April 19th, 1982 Grateful Dead show at, you guess it, the Baltimore Civic Center, my first show.

Might be right, who knows..

Or maybe the Monopoly Man was made in the image of Austin Crothers, the 13th Governor of Maryland who was almost always pictured wearing a top hat and who looks remarkably similar to The Monopoly Man. Same face, same mustache, and a Top Hat (not kidding, all true).

Or possibly both or neither, it's all a dream within a dream anyway.

I had a great experience delivering papers. When I was 10-12, I had a Cleveland Press (afternoon paper, and is now defunct), route. Once I got a little older, I took a Cleveland Plain Dealer (morning paper), route. I used to collect every week and had very few people that didn’t pay. I did have one guy that worked off-shifts, but when he finally paid he gave me a huge tip. It wasn’t great money, but pretty good for a 10-15 year old in the mid ‘70s.
I bought a Sherwood tuner/amplifier (model S-7450, maybe?), and a pair of Fisher speakers with the money I saved. I had a better stereo system than anyone my age.

I never had a paper route. But I pumped gas. Anybody else do that? (I'm talking about the gas that goes in cars. Not, you know, that other kind.)

Back in the '70s, a guy could always get a job at a "service station," which for our younger readers I will explain was a place where drivers could not only buy gas but also get their cars serviced. They didn't sell slurpees or nachos, but you could get a flat fixed or an oil change or a tune up or a brake job. If your engine was making a funny noise they'd check it out for you. And there was always a kid who would pump your gas for you, wipe your windshield, even check the oil.

It was minimum wage (which was, I dunno, somewhere around $3 an hour in Cali then). I remember thinking that I could buy on vinyl lp for about one hour of work. It wasn't a bad job to have if you were a teenaged boy. Girls would come in. You could smoke weed out behind the dumpster if the boss wasn't in. Gas was maybe 50 cents a gallon when I started. Everybody got really pissed off when it surged up over a dollar. And then people decided they would rather save a couple cents a gallon and pump their own gas.

What a different world it was.

The golden road started in restaurants for me. Had to get a job to pay for the traffic ticket for driving w/o a license at 15, lol. But my buddy who worked at the service station started in Jr. High and worked his way up to mechanic. By the end of High School his '67 Chevelle 327 had a blower and was turning 12 second quarter miles! Wasn't even street legal by then.
But a word of caution. Don't let your kids work in restaurants. All they will learn is how to party every day, which I still do. Somebody has to carry the hippy torch!
Cheers
Also starting with the bonus disc today - Woohoo!

I've been waiting for this one since they started releasing old shows. And I'm impressing myself with how many little details I remember. The singing, playing, and sound quality on this Pick are beyond belief. I hope everyone else is enjoying it, too.

... and So Very Cool that it was several people's (here) first show.

I have to say, after listening to 3.24 Philly Spectrum right before this one, that Philly is "wilder and woolier" and this show is mellower overall - with a bit more of the "coloring between the lines" sensibility, so to speak - It's a mainly laid back but still very focused vibe. Like Kezar, exactly two months later, it has an amazingly consistent High Level of performance ...

Owing to a few setlist differences (1/2 Step, Sugaree, Brown-Eyed Women, GSET, Weather Report > v. pretty segue > Wharf Rat), it will likely get more complete show plays here than 3.24 will - while Philly's disc 3 jam sequence (and the Buffalo Bonus Disc as well) stands up real nice all on its own.

The release + bonus are excellent complements to each other - And of course Great Thanks is owed to both the Cosmic Warriors who created it, and the Sonic Wizards who have curated it > 52 years onward, for (all of) our Enjoyment!

Edgar Allan Poe purportedly wore one.
There’s also a Top Hat bar and grill in Baltimore (so named supposedly after the top hat Poe purportedly wore).

Digging this show so far, despite the usual 73 tape hiss. It’s been a nice morning commute companion the past few daze.

When I tried to transfer the files to a micro SDXC card for my music player the computer said that track 1 could not be read or written.

Made a new copy of Track 1 and that also failed.

Then made a new copy of the entire CD and Track 1 didn’t get flagged by the computer as defective.

I didn’t use software to rip, just mounted the CD and dragged the files to a folder on a HD. Then dragged the folder to the SDXC card.

Just listened to Track 1 and didn’t hear any errors. Second time appears to have worked.

Fancy crabs wear top hats.

1980
McDonalds
2.95 peer hour

This sounds like a segment from Zappa's Lumpy Gravy

.....since this is the current, pretty cool topic of convo. Around $3.25/hr if I recall.
Specialized in catfish. I love catfish. And got free lunches! Two blocks from home. Mom and dad would make me change clothes in the garage when I got home due to the smell.
Across the street was one of those new fangled VHS rental places. Spent some paycheck money there.
This Dave's is great btw. Very satisfied.
Currently watching the '66 Batman movie WITH West and Ward commentary on. Hilarious.
Edit. And yes 1st show. Kids in restaurants. I was introduced to cocaine at that restaurant. At 16. By Ivory. Another dishwasher. He was cool. Party on Garth. No regrets. Had fun.
Knights up.

Dishwasher, Woolworths, $2hr

I did a paper round (as it’s called in England) from age 12 to when I did my last school exams. Loved it. Getting up early before the traffic and went to the shop to ‘mark up’ the round. I did so many different rounds that I knew every nook and cranny of the area. At the time there was a pirate radio station (so called because they operated outside the broadcasting laws from a ship off the English coast) called Radio Caroline. I rigged up a small portable radio to my handlebars to hear all the 60s music of the day. In England we had pretty much nothing of popular music on the radio until, fed up with the pirates, BBC set up Radio One in 1967. I didn’t hear Dead on the radio for many a year though, relying on my cooler elders who pointed me out to Live Dead, American Beauty and Workingmans Dead. A newsagent called WH Smith sold records and had listening booths so you could hear music not always played on the radio.

...for the paper route...

XMAS TIPS!

after the 1st year we all tried
to figure how we could expand
the routes or take over other routes
when some kids decided they had enough;
learned much about people, business, and human nature
and then we thought we really made it big
when we moved on up to the bowling alley
as pin chasers for the starting hourly rate of $1.25,
what a bunch of morons we were.

and then marijuana came around, and
we managed when to smoke some bowls
when behind the pin setter machines;
no way you could smell it with like
90% of bowlers smoking cigarettes/cigars

oh yes those paper routes,
they did provide us young naive kids
with a new outlook of the world

My first job was as a dishwasher at a burger joint across the road from the local head pub in Southsea, which was really handy for any number of reasons. After that I got a job as a cook in the burger bar on the local pier. We were paid cash-in-hand which was ideal. About six good friends and I all worked there and it was anarchy as, apart from the head cook, we constituted the entire kitchen staff. One great advantage was that the pier was the venue that hosted some great shows on a weekly basis. One of the best gigs I recall featured Dada with Robert Palmer, Yes and Iron Butterfly with a great Yes-Iron Butterfly jam at the end. That was probably in 1971. There were loads of other great gigs on the pier around that time. Unfortunately the South Parade Pier burned down in 1974 during the filming of Ken Russell's "Tommy", featuring The Who. During the filming of the "Bernie's Holiday Camp" sequence with Ann-Margret and Oliver Reed, the film crew's lights set fire to curtains or suchlike and most of the wooden pier burned spectacularly. Hundreds had to evacuate, some jumping into the sea to escape the flames. As the crew rather foolishly kept filming during the fire, footage of the actual fire appeared in the film's climax, depicting the destruction of Tommy's Holiday Camp by disillusioned followers. The worst part for locals like me was the loss of the beloved venue.
Ah, it was such a wonderful, carefree life back in the early seventies.

In high school I worked in a restaurant open 24/7. After the 3pm-11pm shift a bunch of us would go to someones car in the parking lot and engage in some mood adjustment. One night we were out there yukking it up when there was a knock at the window. It was the overnight manager. Most of us knew who he was but didn't really know him well. We roll down the window and in the deepest, most southern drawl you can imagine he says "I don't care what y'all do on y'alls time, just don't do it in the parking lot". He turned around and walked back into the restaurant. We laughed hysterically for about 30 seconds then left. Ah, the carefree days.

....it's credit. It's history.

After shoeshine boy (I was humble and loveable), at 15 started working in gas stations. Back when minimum wage was 1.35 an hour, station paid 1.75. I was working about 50 hours a week, this is where I learned time and a half after 40!

Best thing about gas stations was all the "extra" money you made. Every night someone needed tires flipped or repair. Battery charges were VERY common. Grease Jobs! All these functions put 2 bucks cash in your pocket every night. I always had 20 bucks in my pocket.

Worked many a gas station jobs, eventually owned a gas station/repair shop. Was like a clubhouse!

Appreciate kind words for photos, all credit to Steve Vance for tweaking them up, things one can do in digital darkroom. So glad to have this release, first concert first listening right now. Shared a WaPo paper route briefly for first job, fell into food service during college, entry was too easy, flipping burgers, vast vats of tomato sauce at an Italian restaurant in Lewiston Maine. Took decades to escape the restaurant biz but it did lead to many interesting 80s adventures (like a visit with Paul Bocuse at his place in Lyon), well before Bourdain, food network (Warner!) and celebrity chefdom. First audio: Dual into Kenwood into Dynaco A25s.

Dishwasher in '72 - $1.40/hr. Second paycheck I asked the boss if I had gotten a raise as it said $1.60. No, he said, the damn government invented this new thing called minimum wage. Elevated to Potwasher behind the line, then Busboy paid much better. Barback too, but parking cars was the real money - $50 a night easy on weekends. Spent it all on a VW Bug, Pioneer/Philips/Cerwin-Vega stereo, and cheap green Oaxacan spears. Easy livin' boys!
Cheers
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copacetic.

Actually, my first “job” was hard but very lucrative for a poor youngin…
There were several Seniors living on our street who constantly needed their yards and driveways attended to. Probably 2-4 regular summer yard gigs and 5-10 winter driveways plowed and leaves raked, depending on how bad it was. (Pops let me use his snowblower). Think I made 4-5 bucks a yard (in late 70s dollars) which usually took about an hour each, and driveways were usually $7-10 bucks a pop, about 15-20 minutes per, sometimes multiple times a day! Harder days I’d get tips! Though sometimes physically hard, I usually liked being outside and didn’t mind the work, much easier than my first “real” job later during last few months of high school slaving under horrible conditions for crazy chicken lady at KFC.
Hot, greasy, dirty, smelly, often very stressful as it was often too busy to keep up, while crazy chicken lady yelling at ya to keep up etc…I’d get out of work and meet my GF and want to make out/frolic etc and she’d have none of it until I showered and tried to get rid of the smell…sometimes unsuccessfully! Seriously, sometimes I’d shower twice and still stunk!
But the worst part was getting first pay checks and asking Pop where’d all my money go? What’s all these letters stand for: fica, SS, Medicare, state AND federal income tax etc, etc.
After being gainfully self employed for so long it was a crushing to only make like $2.90 an hour, but then to have so much of it just disappear lol
(and now they want to steal all that money WE paid into, ahem, but I digress)
Well fortunately KFC didn’t last long, I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid, so then had cool gig managing convenience store, but I was such a party animal I couldn’t handle the early shifts etc. (That skill would be perfected later)
Luckily, I soon started being a roadie for some top local bands and was soon on my way to the R&R life! (Which ment often unfortunately having to work some shitty job to supplement the inconsistencies of life in da bid)
Like the (mafia connected) Italian restaurant where I was already a party animal, but yeah, restaurants are like THE gateway to the over consumption lifestyle lol. You had to be wired just to keep up!

Funny Chicken lady story: she was extremely overweight, bright red hair, thickest coke bottle glasses you ever saw, missing some teeth, and scarier than a big ole bear…so this guy in the radio business we came to know (long story) Bob Allen, started this sorta pirate or no format radio station called WUWU. Awesome station!
As an early publicity stunt, and in protest to management trying to change the format etc, he took over and barricaded himself in the transmitter hut high on WUWU mountain, and broadcast nothing but Pyscho Chicken by the Fools for several days before a court order and state troopers finally busted in and shut him down. Big Fun! for us, but Chicken lady was going out of her mind: how can they let this happen, this is in insult to the great Harland Sanders (the Colonel) and yaddy yaddy yadda basically a personal affront to her whole way of being etc lol All while in the midst of other never ending ridiculous drama, including her courtship with an inmate in federal prison!
Yeah only thing good about that gig was free “food” and the super cute gals that worked the counter that I was too much a wuss to ask out lol
Yeah that first “real” job was truly one of the hardest ; )

PS, yeah the driving force for all that “wealth” was always McIntosh amps, guitars, JBL speakers, stereos etc. Didn’t even have a car until my mid twenties because it all went to Gear, Beer, and other heavy heavy fuel…

I like the common theme of some of the recent posts. Many of us spent our first earnings on stereos and musical equipment. That’s really cool.

....I also spent my first paycheck on speakers.
Had them until my son punched a hole in the woofer when he was around 6. I needed an upgrade was needed anyways.

Job while in high school.

Never worked in a restaurant. Some of my friends did and said it sucked, so I avoided that.

I tried to get my dad to pay me for mowing the lawn. He said he pays me with food and shelter.

Ok I'll play. I delivered papers for several years in the afternoon. It was quite a large route with hills. I enjoyed the job because I enjoyed riding my bike. I remember freezing, riding in the cold rain on some evenings.

My first job, I was a stock boy in a local drugstore. Boooring. I did the midnight shift at a Jack in the Box. We could play our Dead music loud there. Then later I simultaneously took a midnight job developing film in a film processing lab, and as a busboy/room service delivery in a hotel restaurant in Palo Alto. Not sure which job to keep. It became clear to me when I spent some time on break in the lunchroom of the processing plant. Everyone there looked like zombies, no sleep, no happiness. I quit that job and kept the restaurant job. I had to forge a birth certificate for that job. I was 19 and had to be 21 to deliver liquor to the hotel rooms. Yes life was waaaaayy simpler then.

My Dave''s 54 will arrive later this week, hopefully. Looking forward to it.

....as it should be.

First job, worked at a hospital in central supply. Like a warehouse for all the stuff that isn't pharmacy... durable stuff like thermometers and blood pressure cuffs but also IV bags. Dextrose 5% sterile solution, lactated ringer's, etc. We also had a room full of ovens and autoclaves and would sterilize all the surgery sets and label them and keep 'em in stock. Actually a pretty good part of the job.

But we also collected the pumps from the wards (sometimes COVERED in blood - I was never sure if the nurse found an artery instead of a vein or if it was just from a trauma patient - tbf it was an air trauma center) and then brought 'em back to the basement to sterilize them. This was when AIDS was first getting notoriety. The room was all tiled with drains in the floor, so we could just hose these machines down after hitting them with some sort of blood/protein cleaner. I worked this central supply job for a couple of summers but when something better came along I bounced bc I was honestly afraid I was going to get infected. In retrospect we had tons of PPE and it was actually a pretty cool job, I'm glad I got to see that part of how a hospital functions. Not sure what it looks like today, it's probably far more automated though.

Way to go.

Yes, you guys dominated.

54 arrived on Monday, a day ahead of the projected date by the UPS tracker app, which still shows the package as in transit, and each day pushes back the projected delivery time by another 24 hours!

Is there another "The Race Is On" that features Donna in such gravelly prominence?

Also, since some are quite thrilled to see a Kaiser show coming up in the 60 Box, anyone care to share opinions on the single best GD show played at the HJKaiser Auditorium?

Peace!

My first job was in a factory that made machines of some sort in connection with textiles. I was told my predecessor had left after a piece of machinery had fallen on him breaking his back. It was being transported from one side of the factory to the other on a pulley near the roof, and the pulley had snapped. I can also remember doing some sort of welding - sparks flying everywhere, without any form of protective gear on my face

But mainly I just painted things. I was a general unskilled labourer. One Christmas, me and this other bloke were tasked with clearing the ice off the driveway leading up to the owner of the factories house. It was a huge path wending up a hill leading to his house. We started at the bottom, and when we got to the top, his wife asked us both in for a glass of sherry. We didn't go in the main house, but stood around in some kind of conservatory. I remember she looked quite wary of us, as though we were a couple of seemingly friendly, but potentially dangerous animals. Which I suppose we were.

Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath had an injury that took several finger segments at some steel plant

That didn't stop him tho from becoming a riff meister extraordinaire

First 6 BS albums....yeah, man. Good stuff.

....let's play it again. Shall we go? You and I while we can.
Birchwood brought up a good point. Donna was definitely better after the hiatus.

....need to drive around the neighborhood until the Dew ends. If you know, you know.

Virgin listen to 54