But...like...Jerry's dead, man...how can it be? Little known fact: I have been to several Grateful Dead Shows. Yes, I have been to Rainbow Gatherings, too. But those were in the carefree days of the early nineties.
Is Joan Osborne still singing with them? I usually make jokes, but will confess to you that I saw the Dead twice while Jerry was alive, both times on acid (but it was like '79 and '84, hardly hippie days).
Q: What did the Deadhead say when he ran out of acid? A: Hey, this music sucks!
Just kidding! (The word verification on the block is "dedite," so there must be a higher spiritual power involved.)
Hey Loring, I actually had a show like that, Tampa, FL, 1985, and they definately sucked that night! Vowed never to waste my $$ on those guys again. Didn't stick. By 1987 I was off the wagon and back on the bus.
My one bad night with the Dead was in 1985 too, in Albuquerque, so I went into the lobby and saw this spaced-out woman and said, "Wait, aren't you Jill Reynolds from my junior high school?" And it was, so even a bad Dead night turned into a good acid trip.
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But...like...Jerry's dead, man...how can it be? Little known fact: I have been to several Grateful Dead Shows. Yes, I have been to Rainbow Gatherings, too. But those were in the carefree days of the early nineties.
Yeah, he's dead. But all the other guys are out there doin the songs-and then there's the "scene". It'll be the closest thing to a dead show.
So cool!
Is Joan Osborne still singing with them? I usually make jokes, but will confess to you that I saw the Dead twice while Jerry was alive, both times on acid (but it was like '79 and '84, hardly hippie days).
Q: What did the Deadhead say when he ran out of acid?
A: Hey, this music sucks!
Just kidding! (The word verification on the block is "dedite," so there must be a higher spiritual power involved.)
Loring! You crack me up!
Huz will love the joke!
I'm glad he will - there are some sensitive Deadheads out there...
Hey Loring, I actually had a show like that, Tampa, FL, 1985, and they definately sucked that night! Vowed never to waste my $$ on those guys again. Didn't stick. By 1987 I was off the wagon and back on the bus.
My one bad night with the Dead was in 1985 too, in Albuquerque, so I went into the lobby and saw this spaced-out woman and said, "Wait, aren't you Jill Reynolds from my junior high school?" And it was, so even a bad Dead night turned into a good acid trip.
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