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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Aug 13, 2014 - 07:58pm PT
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jey hefe
i had a dream last night
where you sold your bus
here on the topo
and then we had no wheels
so we drove around the country
on my front deck.
it was bitchen,
picking up hitch hikers
and playing a boom box
in the wind,
no dead it was mostly
jerry band stuff.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 13, 2014 - 08:03pm PT
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Kalimon
Social climber
Ridgway, CO
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Aug 13, 2014 - 08:04pm PT
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"So I think I'll drift on where it's at . . .
Where the weed grows green and fat . . .
And wrap myself around a bush of that bright . . .
Whoa, oh . . . Oaxaca vine . . ."
Beautiful work zB.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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Aug 16, 2014 - 09:21pm PT
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W. W. w/ W?
(What's wrong with Weir??)
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Kalimon
Social climber
Ridgway, CO
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Aug 17, 2014 - 07:49am PT
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"Cause when he's chargin' his chopper
up and down your carpeted halls . . .
you will think me by contrast quite proper . . .
never mind how I stumble and fall . . .
never mind how I stumble and fall."
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 17, 2014 - 07:54am PT
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Hard to say....with all the Internet speculation.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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Aug 17, 2014 - 08:03am PT
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Ho man...
I just listened to Playin' in the Band from Oklahoma City, 11/15/72 (it's "Extra Material" from the new Dave's Picks #11).
That is one f*#kin' Barn Burner!! Oh man, seriously, that is a rocket ship.
Check it out if you can find it. Maybe it's still up on that archives?
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Kalimon
Social climber
Ridgway, CO
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Aug 17, 2014 - 08:24am PT
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"Some folks look for answers . . . others look for fights . . ."
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wilbeer
Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
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Aug 17, 2014 - 10:46am PT
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"Some folks up in tree tops....just look to see the sights"
Kalimon+
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cintune
climber
The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen
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Aug 17, 2014 - 11:23am PT
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Great set:
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Winterland Arena
Terrapin Station
The Alhambra
Drums
Not Fade Away
St. Stephen
Around & Around
Uncle John's Band
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 23, 2014 - 09:28am PT
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When I was seven or eight years old I bought my very first album. My sister Betsy had given me a gift certificate to Loco Records on Broadway and Stewart, just a few blocks from my house.
I already liked music, and having older siblings I was exposed to a lot of good stuff. Those were the days of vinyl and even more than the music itself, I loved album cover art and my siblings' massive collections provided hours of wonder.
So it was off to Loco Records to pick out a few albums. I knew I liked Elton John, thanks to my brother Jim, and I chose Honky Chateau purely on the merit of "Rocket Man".
Choosing the next record took a while. I flipped through hundreds of albums. There were familiar names like Alice Cooper and Dan Fogelberg but at this point I was paying more attention to the album cover art.
Then it happened. I came across the absolute coolest image I'd ever seen, a skeleton with big frizzy hair and sunglasses. He was wearing a robe, playing a violin and sitting on some intricately carved stone that had some lettering that I could just barely make out.
So the decision was made and I rushed home to play my new music. Boy did I feel independent! Rocking out to music that I chose, that I bought. I must have played Rocket Man twenty times!
I unwrapped the other album, excited to hear what my mystery choice sounded like. The needle hit the groove in the vinyl. Pumping bass and power chords, and then the first words, "Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave...."
I called Betsy to tell her about my purchases, how I'd spent her gift certificate. Elton John, I couldn't even pronounce "Chateau", and the Grateful Dead, Blues for (couldn't pronounce) Allah. Betsy snickered at that one.
Little did I know then that it was the moment I became a Deadhead.
Well almost 40 years later and I'm listening to Blues for Allah while my sister Betsy fills in the pages of the last chapter of her amazing, rich life. A life where she has helped and inspired countless people from Ecuador, the Dominican Republic, the backwoods hollers of Kentucky, and high schools in Phoenix. As a mother she raised three very talented and unique children that have grown into amazing adults. As an art teacher she helps plant the seed, water, and inspire many artists to flourish. As a partner she found and helps another realize true love. As a daughter, a sister, an aunt and a friend she gives, she loves, she encourages, she inspires.
The lyrics from that very first Grateful Dead song, "Help on the Way", seem especially poignant to me tonight.
"Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave, her angels in flame.
She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame.
Poised for flight, wings spread bright, spring from night into the sun.
Don't stop to run, she can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone.
Tell me the cost; I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost.
Sell everything; without love day to day insanity's king.
I will pay day by day, anyway, lock, bolt and key.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
Help on the way, well, I know only this, I've got you today.
Don't fly away, cause I love what I love and I want it that way.
I will stay one more day, like I say, honey it's you.
Making it too, without love in a dream it will never come true."
Immediately following the very intense jam of "Help on the Way" comes "Franklin's Tower", with this simple gem of a verse, so much more beautiful and full of meaning than I could have ever imagined...
"In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face
Wildflower seed on the sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home."
Music has been such a large part of my life, and through every phase, every up and down, lyrics have found a way to say which I wish I could say myself.
So tonight I sing, I sob, in sadness, in celebration, in thanks.
Thank you Betsy.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Aug 24, 2014 - 08:26pm PT
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hey now! jefe.
a great share, yours.
music ties it all together,
sometimes nicely and sometimes painfully.
jerry and the boys
invited many of us home.
though when we got there,
they left.
and we've lead them
to their next gig.
my first album was
"what a long strange trip,"
double album, on cassette.
i spun the spools off that one.
a gift from my first girlfriend.
i know that when i die,
no one will say i was
a gem of a friend;
a helluva dad;
a caring son;
i have convictions that quarrel
incessantly with my heart.
my stride is a drunken stumble;
though the booze is curiosity.
thanks for sharing
in regards to your lovely sister.
hey now.
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Kalimon
Social climber
Ridgway, CO
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Aug 25, 2014 - 07:51pm PT
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"Some come to laugh their past away . . .
some come to make it just one more day.
Whichever way your pleasure tends . . .
if you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind."
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Kalimon
Social climber
Ridgway, CO
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Aug 25, 2014 - 07:54pm PT
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Aug 25, 2014 - 08:29pm PT
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some minor turbulence
in my proper stride;
actually my whole castle is collapsing
around me, and i'm trying my best
to disassemble it before it crashes
but life's bricks are free falling
all about and i'm dodging them
and boy is this exhausting,
but the dead train carries me
thru;
along with some occasional 311[Click to View YouTube Video]
smile while you have the chance;
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Aug 25, 2014 - 09:24pm PT
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Great post Jefe.
"Midnight, on a carousel ride, reaching for the gold ring, down inside..."
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