Booche Posted August 9, 2002 Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 Well, seven years, and I still dont know what I am going to do with my life now that He's Gone. "Magic is what we do, music is how we do it." - J. Garcia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarcO Posted August 9, 2002 Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 I can't believe it's been seven years. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. We were totally pumped at the announcement of two Toronto shows to end the Fall 1995 tour. It wasn't to be. I picked up McNally's book, "A Long Strange Trip" and am gonna get into it next week. I'll be sure to post a few thoughts on it once I'm done. 9-10-91: Garcia, Marsalis, Hornsby snaking their funky asses through one of the sweetest "Shakedown Streets" you could ever imagine. Thanks for that, guys. (Hope you dont mind that I editted your post MarcO, I just thought you might like that image) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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CautionClown Posted August 9, 2002 Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 Listening to: Grateful Dead Richfield, Ohio March 21, 1994 Second Set That Stella Blue is the greatest I ever heard. I remember it like it was yesterday. Well worth a listen...find that show! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted August 9, 2002 Author Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 DAMN STRAIGHT! I love that one as well as 08-01-94 Detroit. and 10-01-94 Oh my, speaking of 10-01 how about the So Many Roads? Best ever there as well, Jerry just SCREAMING! Paging Greg Betts, see that show above? Its funny, everyone complaining (rightfully so I guess) about shows during that period, BUT, when it was one of those Jerry ballads, he aint never sung 'em with such conviction.......... I loved your 7 years ago post Caution. Beautiful......so was AC/DC Bags.....actually, they are all touching me today......keep 'em coming. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bouche Posted August 9, 2002 Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 I love this link... http://www.nugs.net/attics/nfa.html They wouldn't stream, so I just downloaded them separately. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted August 9, 2002 Author Report Share Posted August 9, 2002 An Elegy for Jerry by Robert Hunter 8/11/95 Jerry, my friend, you've done it again, even in your silence the familiar pressure comes to bear, demanding I pull words from the air with only this morning and part of the afternoon to compose an ode worthy of one so particular about every turn of phrase, demanding it hit home in a thousand ways before making it his own, and this I can't do alone. Now that the singer is gone, where shall I go for the song? Without your melody and taste to lend an attitude of grace a lyric is an orphan thing, a hive with neither honey's taste nor power to truly sting. What choice have I but to dare and call your muse who thought to rest out of the thin blue air that out of the field of shared time, a line or two might chance to shine -- As ever when we called, in hope if not in words, the muse descends. How should she desert us now? Scars of battle on her brow, bedraggled feathers on her wings, and yet she sings, she sings! May she bear thee to thy rest, the ancient bower of flowers beyond the solitude of days, the tyranny of hours-- the wreath of shining laurel lie upon your shaggy head bestowing power to play the lyre to legions of the dead If some part of that music is heard in deepest dream, or on some breeze of Summer a snatch of golden theme, we'll know you live inside us with love that never parts our good old Jack O'Diamonds become the King of Hearts. I feel your silent laughter at sentiments so bold that dare to step across the line to tell what must be told, so I'll just say I love you, which I never said before and let it go at that old friend the rest you may ignore. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
backbacon Posted August 10, 2002 Report Share Posted August 10, 2002 Hope everyone has a safe and strange weekend. David Gans sent this to another list, but it's so nice it really ought to be posted twice: The Minstrel S J Donnelly and David Gans He came there in the morning And stood by at the riverside Where a truth flowed from the hand of Brother John He closed his eyes and held his breath And listened for the word And a new man made the song to carry on I was born to be the minstrel To sing in the streets alone To plant the seeds of the change and then move on And never see them grown Son of a fisherman He sailed the city streets Catching a life his father never dreamed Singing like a blindman And listening with his eyes His fingers wove the tale of what he'd seen I was born to be the minstrel To sing in the streets alone To plant the seeds of the change and then move on And never see them grown He sang for pennies, not for princes In the alleys of the mad And what he said wasn't wrong (wasn't wrong) And what he thought wasn't bad (wasn't bad) I looked for him last Saturday I was downtown with a friend of mine We checked his favorite spots but he was gone I closed my eyes and followed him Back to that river scene And sang what I remembered of his song I was born to be the minstrel To sing in the streets alone To plant the seeds of the change and then move on And never see them grown Never see them grown Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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