Greg from Chestertown

So, Cooper Kupp is a deadhead? That changes everything.

See, that’s just the kind of thing that I am talking about. His youthful enthusiasm gets in the way of acknowledging that he hasn’t been where he’s about to be before in his life. He would be better off in the long run if he were to lose and learn humility. He is the underdog. He must perform his way out of the underdog title. He Isn’t the champion yet. For your sake, I hope he wins and shakes the underdog reputation. Then, he doesn’t have to say a thing. He can just smile while hitting that stoggie.

I suspect that Mahomes and company are going to send that dog home with his tail between his legs. I fear that boy is setting himself up for an education.

Gotta do something about not letting the other team touch the ball in overtime. It would be nice to see the level of play that we saw in the last few minutes go on. It sucks to have your fate decided by a coin toss. In my opinion.

I’m batting 500. One child just rolls her eyes and refuses to talk about it. I did get a Grateful Dead Igloo cooler for Christmas, though. My son has caught a couple of Dark Star shows, he tells me stories of how he sees Deadheads at a gas station with stickers on their car and he’ll start rapping with them about his deadhead dad and walking away, screaming back to them ‘I need a miracle’ and watching their mouths drop open and shaking their heads. So, Rude, three minutes later, I’m pregnant? You sure you wanna go with that? Don’t want to change your story? Sorry, Buddy, but if you pitch me a slow one down the middle, I’m gonna knock it out of the park. Don’t worry, sometimes I only open my mouth to change feet.

Caught one of those Jerry band shows in Baltimore., singing ain’t no bread in the breadbox for two weeks straight after that show.

No thanks, I’ll just have me another helping of Dark Star, if that’s ok. ….eat it up, don’t try to understand….

Eaton giving us Frozen logger in Wilmington, De. A few years back. Probably my first show with Barracco on keys bringing us Easy wind at the Electric Factory. Lisa delivering donna’s tune Sunrise, also at the Electric factory. Skip giving us Pride of Cuccamonga at the Cork. At first glance, this is what I see etched in my memory.

Rolling’ Stones, can’t you hear me knockin’ .

He needs to get up with the Tin man from the Wizard of Oz. He could give him tips on outfit lubrication. O-OI-IL C-AN, OI-L CA-N.

How much does that cost? The same as a small, used sedan?

Yea, my Raiders stunk up the place, beat themselves. They didn’t deserve to win. That’s what’s so great about a Dark Star show. You always leave feeling like your team won the Super Bowl.

Saint of Circumstance going to commercial on the Eagles game.

RAIDERS!!!

Hornsby’s idea.

So just imagine how bad it was two years later when the band closed it down. It was only good for pissing on before a spectrum show.

South Philly. Vet stadium, saw the Phillies win the World Series there in ’80. The Spectrum, not just 26 Dead shows, but pretty much all of the other bands I have seen. (No others after my first Dead show) JFK stadium, my first concert, Gary Wright, Peter Frampton and Yes. Two Dead shows. They’re all gone. Saw Dark Star do an outdoors Covid show in the parking lot there. I took a look around during the show, thinking about all the energy there in that sacred ground. The Broad street bullies, Dr. J and the sizers, all those army/Navy games. I could count on the moon, though, rising during the show, just as it did in ‘89, when Jerry was singing Standing on the moon in JFK. He pointed to it, across the stadium from the stage, as it rose above the highest seats. …right up there on that crescent…

Interesting placement of brown eyed women.

A couple of times in RFK, I thought we were going to demolish it. Everybody’s dancing, the upper deck is flexing to the beat. Pretty cool.

That was my thought. If there’s no adults, no shows, stay home!

I just got first pics of the resort from Hugh, Likeeveryone. Blue sky and Sun while I sit in cold, Rain and Snow. Super jealous. Enjoy everyone!

We got a lot of shows without Jerry towards the end. That’s the problem. He was a shell of his former self. Still larger than life for that one song somewhere in there that kept us going back. I liked Brent. Blow away in JFK stadium in Philly, ‘89? Left us just as in awe as a Jerry ballad. I was thinking earlier today how the dead was falling apart yet some of the best Jerry I witnessed was Jerry Garcia Band after Brent’s passing. Go figure. My opinion.

Limiting it to Hunter/Garcia instantly rules out box a rain. Mistake, as that’s up there on my list.

Good point. Maybe that’s why it didn’t last in the rotation. They milked it for all it was worth and then that’s that. Reminds me of Saint Stephen. When I think about the best song ever, I think about Cumberland Blues. Written by members of the band, not a cover. At the time, American Beauty/Workingman’s era, they wrote their own song which is a tribute to their roots yet it is as good as any classic bluegrass/Country tune. When you think about the timing of it’s birth in the evolution of the band and where they came from, it could be considered the best Grateful Dead song ever. Clearly, I sidestepped all of the psychedelia, but Cumberland is the first tune that popped into my head when I first read this topic and haven’t been able to discount it.

They’re all tied for first place but since that answer would disqualify me, I gotta say my first show because it had the greatest effect on me. Ocean City, New Jersey Music Pier, 2002, Sunday night of Memorial Day weekend. I grew up, summers in OC, parents owned a house since ‘68, I was seven. It was the closest to playing my house that the band has ever been. My nephew told me about them the week before, knew zero about them. I hadn’t done anything since Jerry died. Hung out at my parents beach house for two days then drove downtown to check them out. I stood about ten feet in front of John K with a group of about eight people around my age. Opened up with Alabama so I was like, 1980. I got to play that game and dance with my new found friends right out of the gate. Pretty cool. Third tune was Peggy-O. John had the hair on the back of my neck standing up and tears in my eyes. His delivery was spot on. I had an absolute blast! I told my nephew, now that is what a Grateful Dead concert is like. They are it! When we were leaving, Kevin and Rob Kioritz were talking on the boardwalk. I walked up to them, blown away, with a great big THANK YOU !!! Kevin just looked back at me with a grin and a nod. He fully understood that I had just had it done to me by the Dark Star Orchestra. The greatest impact from that night was that I could now start going to shows again, catch them when they come around. Twenty years later and I am still looking forward to my next show. Hell, I only chased Jerry and the boys for fifteen years.