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Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
Aug 17, 2014 - 05:29am PT
Not a thing.


Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Aug 17, 2014 - 07:49am PT
"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."

El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 17, 2014 - 07:54am PT
Hard to say....with all the Internet speculation.


Gym climber
Aug 17, 2014 - 08:03am PT
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?

Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Aug 17, 2014 - 08:05am PT

Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Aug 17, 2014 - 08:24am PT
"Some folks look for answers . . . others look for fights . . ."

Trad climber
Aug 17, 2014 - 08:30am PT
Bohemian Grove member Bob Weir at 24:20


Gym climber
Aug 17, 2014 - 09:31am PT
Kalimon, that's cool. Too bad the last 10 minutes are cut, but at least you get the First Rocket Stage. Blasters ON!!

But Hey, your link lead me to the whole show:

Check the Wharf Rat too, nice version. :-)

Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
Aug 17, 2014 - 10:46am PT
"Some folks up in tree tops....just look to see the sights"


The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen
Aug 17, 2014 - 11:23am PT
Great set:

Winterland Arena

Terrapin Station
The Alhambra
Not Fade Away
St. Stephen
Around & Around
Uncle John's Band

El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 23, 2014 - 09:28am PT
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.

Credit: drljefe

Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
Aug 24, 2014 - 08:26pm PT
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.


Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Aug 25, 2014 - 07:51pm PT
"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."

Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Aug 25, 2014 - 07:54pm PT
Photo compliments of Brad Burnham
Photo compliments of Brad Burnham
Credit: Kalimon

Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
Aug 25, 2014 - 08:29pm PT
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

along with some occasional 311

smile while you have the chance;


Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
Aug 25, 2014 - 09:24pm PT
Great post Jefe.

"Midnight, on a carousel ride, reaching for the gold ring, down inside..."

Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
Sep 5, 2014 - 06:49pm PT

Sep 5, 2014 - 07:02pm PT
I got a hold of a tape of 3-1-69 when I was a teenager. Blew my mind.

Social climber
Ridgway, CO
Sep 5, 2014 - 07:34pm PT
"Never could reach it . . . it just slips away . . . but I tried . . ."
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

Out Of Bed
Sep 5, 2014 - 08:35pm PT
Do you know the Bobby /climbing history? Did you ever hear of Johnny, Les and Ryan DeVoe ?
Well I did not think so. Some time back, I mean way way back '63or '64. The story goes that two of Bobby's good friend's got the chop climbing at different places in Cali. on the same weekend. (Maybe one got badly hurt or one died?)
Both had wanted Bob to join them, so as to not have to pick, he said no to both and went and saw that ugly fat guy in some band. When neither buddy was in school the next Monday Bob Weir stopped being a budding rock climber, turned to singing and the guitar, joined The band, and the rest you know.

The DeVoe family was Bobs mothers' brother. Uncle and cousins, and his adopted very well healed east cost family from where he gets his interest in property ownership and there is nothing wrong with owning real estate. Ryan the oldest, was a climber. All three were touring heads, "family" from the late '70s, thru the juveniles & junkie days of the early '90s. After much long strange tripping, Johnny, the youngest, died of an overdose, just a few years before the fat man went down that road.

I met Ryan in the Gunks , stayed at the DeVoe home in Rhode Island, climbed and saw shows around the country (never toured the world the way Les and Johnny did) we would go to 'Will Call at venue ticket booths and get set up with very special 'all arena' passes that let us go front to back stage and also in Philly. and Buffalo to the Stones shows. . AIKO AIKO `/;.D
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