JerrysMiddleFinger

That's an astute observation. They talk like that today though and as I said I try to stay hip with the youngsters.

In 1990 I made a conscious effort to keep up on the kids. It's who we pass the Earth and scene to. If I don't understand them I become afraid of them.

GETTING PINNED IS THAT FEELING YOU GET WHEN DAWN DROPS THE BOMBS LIKE NAPALM ON YOUR GROOVE JUNGLE AKA SOUL, KICK DOWN SHELF CHILLS TO THE SIDE WITH THE SWANG DIP SWANG DIP SWANG DIP, A BUNKER BOMB TO YOUR DEEMSTER TRENCH AKA MINDS EYE. OTHER GDF KIDS CHILL IN THE BACK WITH THE TSKA TSKA TSKA MAKING DINNER, A GROOVE MISSLE SET ON B'GOCK, AND REV BRINGS IT ALL BACK HOME WITH THE DEEDLE DE DEE DEEDLE DE DEE, A PSYCHIC BREAKDOWN MINE, HIDDEN IN THE TRANCE PASTURE OF ORANGE JUICE, BLOWING OPEN YOUR FAMILY CHAKRA, THAT IS GETTING PINNED

It’s 100 degrees out in the summertime and you’ve been partying all day on lot. You’ve got a solid crew of your bros who all partake in some heavy Orange Sunshine an hour or so before you head in. There are over 100k people at the show and you all have floor tickets. You get into the venue, covered in sweat, coming up super hard. You go in early to get up close. You and your bros cram your way up to the front of the packed, sweaty, hot, stadium floor. The doses are kicking in full force and everyone’s faces are at that level. The band comes out, and there’s Bobby, baring his legs and moose knuckling in his cut offs. The women start to go crazy, and you and your bros can’t stop staring at his big, muscular, tan thighs. You start to question your sexuality. You feel one of your bros pressed against you. You’re surrounded by tens of thousands of people with no way out. Bobby’s thighs. Packed like sardines. Hell in a Bucket starts up. The temperature rises. You forget what band is playing. One of your bros faints. You stare at Bobby’s thighs. You take your shirt off. It’s too much to handle.

I'm glad that you ask. I don't like to try to rank them but without a doubt it's JGB Grateful Dead Jewel - easily the 90s most underappreciated musician. John A I would say that I hope we shared a few of those moments together but Brent songs were bathroom breaks for myself and my circle of friends but I'm glad you kept coming back for more.

Touchheads? Are you people kidding me? Get off of your high horse. You were 25 when toch came out? That's cute. I was cutting my teeth in 77 and new I was late to the bus. You all talk about drugs as if there was a right or wrong way to take them. Ask yourself this why were you taking drugs and I don't care which one ask yourself why you took them. Was it the party or a tool to get to a greater enlightened state? Tell me how many times you heard the sweet opening bars of St. Stephen while taking the ride to the magical place instead of how many times you heard Brent Mydland yell about his ribcage being a jail cell. Anyone who saw the dead after 1980 is a permaNOOB and either a touch head or a custy. I remember my first show. That night in the pouring rain of Elizabethtown I walked through the parking lot looking for my friend Kory's car because I forgot my ticket in the glove compartment. Well something happened to me. I found a vinyl copy of American Beauty on the ground (before you noobs thought vinyl was cool) and picked it up. When I opened the jacket I also found there was a ticket to the next show. I got one the bus, 453 shows later I am still searching for the feeling of being a noob seeing the world's 3rd greatest rock band ever.