If you happened to buy a kind everything bagel with cream cheese from a tall woman on rollerblades and a flowing skirt in the Foxboro lot after that DMF/HJ, that was the soon to be Mrs P.
If you happened to buy a kind everything bagel with cream cheese from a tall woman on rollerblades and a flowing skirt in the Foxboro lot after that DMF/HJ, that was the soon to be Mrs P.
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Count me in when this Dead cover band comes to town.
Shortly after the news got me -
I was sitting on the hood of my Delta 88 in the Bromley Parking lot hammering long trail double bags listening My favorite JGB tape - over and over and over again...
Thinking to myself - now what. ?
https://youtu.be/pftPKud6YK4
Storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, not to master.
Thanks for shedding your light on us Jer.
And it never will.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Gotta be Olampali
People age differently. That said, with regards to The Dead, I can see the young(er) Jerry in the old(er) Jerry, the young(er) Bob in the old(er) Bob. Likewise for Phil and Mickey. But Bill, even though over the recent years I've gotten used to how he looks now, I still have trouble seeing his younger self in there. It's like at some point he just became a different guy. Am I tripping?
Regardless, I did read Deal a while back, and thoroughly enjoyed it. And I also appreciate his ruminations on music and the whole Dead thing.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Every time someone gets turned onto the Grateful Dead, a Billy gets it's Strings.
I got off the bus 4 nights before that.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
Summer ‘90 was fun (until it wasn’t). Not as good as ‘89 but they were still sharp.
Where and what date in '80 was this Deal JGB show? Not finding it.
https://youtu.be/jgReNJfiv6w?si=2EV_JIcL1BUUOXrE
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The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Speaking of Summer ‘89
Summer '90:
Somewhere west of pagosa springs. Peeps that I was with found out one or two days later on a trip into town. Spent most of that evening/night at a bar. Several of us weren’t 21 yet. The bartender didn’t care. Grateful for the friends to mourn with at that time and for those that got us safely back to camp that night.
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