Forum MVP PoetryGirl Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 2/10/79 1 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Tea Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 2/10/79 > Grateful Dead Live at Soldiers' and Sailors' Memorial Hall > Kansas City, MO Don't Ease Me In, Me & My Uncle-> Big River, They Love Each Other, Minglewood Blues, Brown Eyed Women, It's All Over Now, Deal, Jack Straw Scarlet Begonias-> Fire On The Mountain, From The Heart Of Me, Estimated Prophet-> Eyes Of The World-> Drums-> The Other One-> Wharf Rat-> Sugar Magnolia E: One More Saturday Night, I Need A Miracle Quote Link to comment
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Forum MVP PoetryGirl Posted February 12, 2019 Author Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 Big energy show. The opener asked for the real authentic to emerge. The first set was a good prescription and it got filled in the 2nd. The energy of music went into 5th gear, digging in to the jams again and again. It built to a fever in Fire and From the Heart of Me was the spacious beauty of cool drink, tickling the senses with rippling guitar play. Again Estimated Eyes the jams returned again and again, and thirst was persistent. The fire licking, its flames crackling at the back of my throat, unquenchable. The drums were short with native feel and I thirsted for more grounding. The big energy sweeping and stirring up the air in my chart- all five planets spinning and juggled like bowling pins. . Not until a cold libation- and the space to open up in the cozy bar scene and soar during Wharf Rat could I find a true purchase. The Sugar Mags was outrageously fun - dancing in the pocket of loose, joyous dancing which fills the soul like nothing else- a blessing from a prayer the dance lifts up and I had an endless wellspring of energy bubbling forth. My second show was a beauty in Atlanta 3/27/89 with SFEE and the energy spilled out into drum circles that year in the nook of the coliseum- Orpheus had lit a fire. I melded into the music that night finding the transformative essence this music evokes. What a treat to see Heart of Me sandwiched in the middle. Loveliness. 4 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP DesertDead Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 3 minutes ago, PoetryGirl said: Big energy show. The opener asked for the real authentic to emerge. The first set was a good prescription and it got filled in the 2nd. The energy of music went into 5th gear, digging in to the jams again and again. It built to a fever in Fire and From the Heart of Me was the spacious beauty of cool drink, tickling the senses with rippling guitar play. Again Estimated Eyes the jams returned again and again, and thirst was persistent. The fire licking, its flames crackling at the back of my throat, unquenchable. The drums were short with native feel and I thirsted for more grounding. The big energy sweeping and stirring up the air in my chart- all five planets spinning and juggled like bowling pins. . Not until a cold libation- and the space to open up in the cozy bar scene and soar during Wharf Rat could I find a true purchase. The Sugar Mags was outrageously fun - dancing in the pocket of loose, joyous dancing which fills the soul like nothing else- a blessing from a prayer the dance lifts up and I had an endless wellspring of energy bubbling forth. My second show was a beauty in Atlanta 3/27/89 with SFEE and the energy spilled out into drum circles that year in the nook of the coliseum- Orpheus had lit a fire. I melded into the music that night finding the transformative essence this music evokes. What a treat to see Heart of Me sandwiched in the middle. Loveliness. Awesome. Thank you for this post, PG. 2 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Island Bro Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 So the thing is... Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season. While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear.... Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season... After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece... Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring. Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation. Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles... With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all... That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning... 2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,, Thank you kindly... 10 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Tea Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 16 minutes ago, Island Bro said: So the thing is... Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season. While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear.... Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season... After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece... Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring. Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation. Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles... With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all... That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning... 2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,, Thank you kindly... WOW! I read this 3x - going to start again. Love the texture of the words..... So good Huck! looking forward to spinning some yarn with you soon! 1 1 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP PoetryGirl Posted February 12, 2019 Author Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 2 hours ago, Island Bro said: So the thing is... Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season. While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear.... Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season... After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece... Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring. Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation. Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles... With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all... That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning... 2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,, Thank you kindly... GOAT Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Rude Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 ...waits on chapter 2 of 26. Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Rbarracoph Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 4 hours ago, PoetryGirl said: Filler I Need a Miracle Was part of orginal show encore 1 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP PoetryGirl Posted February 12, 2019 Author Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 16 minutes ago, Rbarracoph said: Was part of orginal show encore I knew that was expressed as you finished, announcing the show before launching into encores as time slipped on , but it didn’t come up on Tea’s post. So thanks for clearing that up! No lowly feet 😂 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP Greg from Chestertown Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 3 hours ago, Island Bro said: So the thing is... Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season. While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear.... Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season... After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece... Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring. Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation. Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles... With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all... That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning... 2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,, Thank you kindly... What a beautiful story and oh, how I can relate. It reminded me of my mother doing needlepoint and such. She always did the pieces to give to others. I have one hanging on the wall in my bedroom. As I read more, it reminded me of what I do with furniture. Wether refinishing a piece or making a piece out of old barn wood or a plank that washed up on the shores of the Chesapeake. I dream about what I am going to do then, tackle a project every winter when things are slow. I find such enjoyment out of the work. My home is full of these works of art, physical manifestations of the love within, just like your grandmothers works of art with fabric as the medium. Your grandmothers story is wonderful. 1 Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP John A Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 That is one hell of bizarre 2 encore sequence, Saturday Night and Miracle. I wonder what precipitated that. Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP BillK522 Posted February 12, 2019 Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 Sounds like an inspirational evening of music had by all. Scarlet>Fire, Esti>Eyes Chunky. Enjoy the ride leftcoasters. Praise DSO. Quote Link to comment
Forum MVP PoetryGirl Posted February 12, 2019 Author Forum MVP Report Share Posted February 12, 2019 Last night’s dance zone. 2 1 Quote Link to comment
LIkeEveryOne Posted February 13, 2019 Report Share Posted February 13, 2019 I was only 6 when Nanna died while making potatoes in a tiny 1940’s brick two bedroom apartment where she’d raised a Nun, a Criminal, and 2 Teachers. At 16, her and gramps left Ireland’s famine to start their lives here. Pretty boring stuff. From now on, if anyone asks me about Nanna, I’m gonna tell them the Quilt story. Sorry I just can’t help myself Bro It’s mine now I came up with the idea listening to the Seattle show in the car while waiting for this rain and cigar to end. (Great recording , thanks John) 2 Quote Link to comment
Weather Command Posted February 13, 2019 Report Share Posted February 13, 2019 4 hours ago, John A said: That is one hell of bizarre 2 encore sequence, Saturday Night and Miracle. I wonder what precipitated that. Lol 3 hours ago, PoetryGirl said: Last night’s dance zone. That's me undercover in the blue skirt! 1 Quote Link to comment
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