Ok. In the battle of music on this site, I’ll keep this one short, unlike others who present their case in multi-parts.
The Grateful Dead are one of this most original and creative bands in American history. Friggin geniuses who could play rock, folk, bluegrass, blues, country, you name it.
And their concerts were stunning examples of improvisation. No band before, or since, could be on stage for 3 hours or more and just flat jam without an agenda.
RIP Jerry Garcia. Here’s to you, buddy.
The vehicle SSS drove to Grateful Dead concerts. I wonder what he was doing in that van.
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What SSS eats after listening to the Grateful Dead
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Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Only one of these is legal to do professionally.
Maybe they were on (to) something.
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This has gotta be a dopple…
@SSS: You are sure taking a lot of flack over a good clip…
Doesn’t anyone (including Admin) understand that retired CIA agents are real people too with all the private flaws and peculiarities that we all have and in the privacy of their own VW van, they can damn well do what they want to?
MA
Grateful Dead is probably the second most overrated band in all of History. Backround honkey-tonk at best, mediocre at worst.
After seeing them for the eighth or nineth time, I realized that the Jer Bear was being propped up with cocaine and a microphone stand, sputtering out half-licks on his ancient axe while “The Other Ones” carried the tunes with unsung valour.
It was then that I simply sold my tickets and went home with a bounty of love beads, tie-die, prints of freaky drawings and maybe a cool vest.
He was a corpse within the year.
Muck
I expected that I would raise a few eyebrows with this post. Mission accomplished. Colma Rising probably fainted when he saw this. He has yet to comment.
Good is good, and The Grateful Dead was a really good band. And I like Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, too. I just have keep away from that stuff as much as possible. At least there are no calories in listening to good music.
Ooops. Colma “Eats Shit” Rising posted while I was writing the above.
Yeah I almost fainted…
I didn’t realize you were guilty by association. A fucking shitbag hippy.
From John Denver to the fucking Grateful Dead? Dude. What’s next? The fucking church choir Beatles?
I recall my “Happy Hippy Entrepreneurs” post in which you were a crabby old hard on.
Now this?
A fucking disgrace.
SSS…and their kool-aid was kick-ass too.
…just ask Zara.
“I recall my “Happy Hippy Entrepreneurs” post in which you were a crabby old hard on. Now this?
A fucking disgrace.”
—-Colma @ SSS
Good comeback. I’m still laughing.
P.S. I can’t stand The Beatles.
Beatles Eat Shit
SSS…having seen The Dead several times I’d say that The Allman Brothers could hang with them…and Phish should be in that mix too .
Three hour Gratefull Dead concert (1 1/2 hrs music, 1 1/2 hrs band members back stage packing their noses). One of my favorite Pandora channels. Like SSS says, they could play anything with originality.
When the Dead had it together, their space jams were magical. When they didn’t, they sounded like a crappy garage band. At any rate, some hallucinagen was mandatory equipment for the experience. Attending a dead concert sober is like fucking with a condom.
Zara
Head over to the Muck Alert thread. You will really enjoy it.
@Colma
Come on Bro, in today’ PC world we have to remember that The Grateful Dead was the first “differently-abled” “handicapable” band to ever make it big.
Jerry might have played guitar better if he had all his fingers – he’s like the Paralympian gold medalist of guitar. And he obviously suffered from the dreaded disease Obesity, and if he were alive today would have a handicap parking sticker just based on gut size alone. Bobby was retarded, oops, i mean “developmentally different.” Every single one of them suffered the dreaded “disease” of alcoholism. What an amazing group of Handcapable survivors.
In addition, they were great integrationists – who wholesale stole the extenporaneous improvisational style of African American created blues and jazz – regurgitated it into a mutant form that no black person can stand listening to, and then declared that their all-white band “invented” jamming. Kind of like Al Gore invented the Internet.
Anyway, Colma, shame on you for saying a bunch of dee dee dees are overrated. They deserve a medal just for trying.
Punk in Drublic when he saw the author of this post was SSS.
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Punk in Drublic after reading this post by SSS.
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SAH again shows her ignorance “Jerry might have played guitar better if he had all his fingers”. He was missing part of finger on his right hand – his picking hand. Legend/rumor has it it actually helped him as the missing finger interferred occassionally with the strings.
I saw this group many times – they were very mercurial. Sometimes they were average, sometimes magical. The best ever was a concert under a full moon outdoors in San Antonio. I would have loved to see them at the pyramids.
Besides the Dead, the next most magical was Bob Marley – capable of something extraordinary.
Look, I’ve been forced to hear just about every Grateful Dead show they ever did on tape, numerous times. I was raised by Boomer hippies-turned-Jesus-Freaks, after all. Im pretty sure my parents were at the 1972 Veneta OR show. But let me explain something to you, if you arent high on tons of drugs, the Grateful Dead suck ass. OK? Ive listened to thousands of hours of them completely sober as a child, and they stink. Boomers are at a disadvantage on the music threads – we know your music by heart, while you are oblivious to ours.
I’m pretty sure your perception of their musical quality between the shows you attended were dependent upon the quality drugs and drink that you and they were on at the time.
Bob Marley had soul. His music is a natural high. I do envy you for that. But The Grateful Dead? Horrible. Phish is FAR superior, but they also stink.
SAH, I can picture you listening joyfully to In Sync.
One of SAH’s favorites:
” I was raised by Boomer hippies-turned-Jesus-Freaks” says SAH
Ahh. The circumstances surrounding your anger and dementia become clearer. Poor little sausage muffin.
“Colma Rising says: Grateful Dead is probably the second most overrated band in all of History. Backround honkey-tonk at best, mediocre at worst. After seeing them for the eighth or nineth time, I realized ……. blah, blah, blah.”
Not many people admit to being a slow learner, Colma. You just did.
Punk
I’m full of surprises. Don’t ever, EVER count on me following a pattern. I’ll cross you up every time. But you can count on me saying what I mean.
SAH was dead-on again about the dee-dee-Dead. We’re a musical match, for certain.
Any one seen National Lampoon’s Electric Apricot? That about sums up my thoughts on the Dead, Phish and that petouli-stankin’ type.
SSS: This was a surprise, but chiding aside, I know EXACTLY what happened on your trip to Oregon…
You were somewhere outside of Eugene, took a wrong turn up a hill on a dirt road. You thought the sign with the “Rest Area” pointed that way, but it had been broken…. probably riddled with 22 bullets by my kin:
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Anyway, you followed the road and happened upon a parking area with lots of nice people selling local wares and such. You figured you’d try a carob goo-ball and wash it down with some tea a nice young lady offered you.
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By the time you figured out it was the Country Fair, after an hour of waiting in line for a port-o-let, you finally got angry and demanded the person holding it up finish their business. After banging on the door, it opened with a cloud of a sweet-smelling nature, which you officially did not inhale….
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No less, horrified, you quickly used the can and quickly left. Your companion, having acquired a CD from one of the nice young people, put it on… When the carob ball and tea kicked in a half hour later, you had found the CD, a live taping from Vegas in ’88, was REALLY REALLY goood.
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THAT’S HOW THE DEAD GOT YA!!!!
Colma and SAH, such a lovely couple:
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And what they are doing here, I will leave to your imaginations:
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But whatever it is, SAH doesn’t look like she is enjoying herself.
Colma, I had a friend in college who worked for an outfit called the Drug Information Service. It was a non-profit that had two functions. First it conducted community outreach to inform people about the pharmacological properties of illegal substances. Secondly it had a free service that encouraged people to bring in their drugs for testing. It would then issue a report back to the donor as to the purity or ingredients.
If the drug samples were deemed unsafe or contaminated, it would issue press releases to the local newspaper in Eugene. This was the 1970’s. The DIS was killed by Nancy Reagan.
In 1975,the DIS had a booth at the Oregon Country Fair and I helped man it. This was in the days where there was open drug use. No cops were allowed onto the premises. There was also rampant nudity. A complete freak show without the new age crystal crap and ridiculous outfits that ruined the place in later years.
So we were sitting in the booth and this guy came over and put some tabs on the table. He said, “Hey man, I just bought this acid. Is it any good?” I said, “Leave it here and come back in a couple of hours and we’ll let you know.”
Drug Information Center. Memory…it fades.
Aye yi yi.
A Boomer Demolishing Team, yes. SAH is masterfull at such.
You got it WAY wrong, man. You know my rule against women my age as well as my thoughts about Oregonians….
They’ll chase you down with a kid in their pack, reciting the Constitution, mensing with a rifle.
Then there’s my lovely girlfriend who would surely shank me in the junk with a bowie knife if her jack Mormon sisters didn’t mercy kill me with a shotgun first.
No joke.
I prefer simple friendship.
Your not gettimg out Colma.
So sad.
Colma, you need to move.
For your own good.
NOW!
COLMA, GO.
@Llipoh – thanks for posting all those pics of your kids. Were they all conceived at Dead shows? You shouldn’t have let your lady eat the brown acid.
Re: Colma Rising. He’s a Cali kid. We could jam out to the same music, drink uppity coffee beverages, wear Vans, go skating/surfing, mock the patchouli stanking hippies at the Oregon Country Fair, and hate rich Liberal Cali Boomers all day together and probably never get bored. We have the Cali-Oregon West Coast regional culture thing in common. But the Cali-Oregon love connection goes no further than that. We’re the same age, but the lifetime of extra UV means Colma’s skin is at least 10 years older than mine, so he could probably be mistaken for an Oregon Baby Boomer if he was up here. Plus, he lives in Cali. He probably only has a gun if he’s a gangbanger. I could never be with a guy who isn’t handy with a .308 and able to take down at least 1 elk a year for me. Those Mormon chics sound like they could get it done though! Good going Colma, on those Millennial girls. I myself also have a clean cut, wholesome Millennial – married 8 years. Hope Colma gets out of Cali though, he’s too good of a guy to suffer like that.