A Luscious View…

Folks,

Here's what you get with a friendly Home Star, lot's of ice crystals in the air, and a view from near our World's poles… if you look to the sky at just exactly the perfect moment of a certain hour on a certain day in all the history of Creation, you get to see a circle 'round the Sun.

The specific location was Stockholm, Sweden, a few days ago.

S

Sanity and Reason?

Folks,


Don't mistake a satirist for a comedian. It is utterly pathetic that these guys are the best voice of reason and sound analysis of society, today. Still, folks like Mark Twain, Ben Franklin, Jon Swift, have always been the ones to rely on when things are horribly bewildering. This commentary by Jon Stewart is dead on, sincere, and aimed at the heart.


Jon Stewart's Take on the Arizona Shooting…

S

For Posterior?

Back in Shape…

Folks,

Here's a few cuts from right after dumb ol' Garcia got somewhat back in good shape for a spell. His fingers worked again, as did the band. They worked hard and thoroughly did their jobs. Bobby Weir sings like a dragon looking for a fight; like a dragon that don't give a damn, but is eager. Doomed Brent Mydland breaks hearts with foreboding known only to him of what was down the Road of The Blues. The eight limbed drummer nails stars to the heavens. Lesh makes it all throb like that big dragon's heart. Not a beat is missed. The mighty Grateful Dead blazed once again, and you can hear all the kids in the The Grateful Dead Show lend their hearts and voices.

When the boyz tear into "Not Fade Away", I can see Buddy Holly smiling from Heaven at what they done with his little song. Tens of thousands of voices join in testifying that love that's real does not fade away, while twice as many hands clap out that rhythm borrowed from the Bantu of the Congo, appropriated by old Bo Diddley, and stolen by Holly for furthur good purpose.

Then the recoding ends with one of the most perfect, simple lyrics, and a stately guitar statement. Those make the rest of the music behind Garcia, the gushing of the bass, the pulsing drums, the keys and the rhythm guitar that rings like banging on steel beams into a an invisible magic carpet.

Yeah… I will die happy knowing that I got to be a small part of The Grateful Dead Show. Those chronic unemployables couldn't have pulled it off without me and a few of my friends; you maybe likely among them.

Spring 1988…

S

A Wail From Beyond the Grave…

Folks,

Here is some delicious, jazzy work by mid-'70s Grateful Dead. When the jam gets deep into the paisley pudding, right at the heart of "Scarlet" beautiful Donna Jean executes a most acute wail from beyond the grave, a cry that insist that the ghosts must come back to The Dance. The jam into "Fire" and beyond is to weep for… deft.

A Prophet & Scarlet on Fire

Listen now, as it will only be up for a week!

S

American Reality…

Folks,

Now, here are a bunch of amateur hillbillies  figurin' out how to put it all together presentable to the locals. They passed pretty well, thanks in much to Hunter's well put words and some fellers that could passably play a tune… when pressed.

Cumberland Blues…


S

Not my usual drivel…

Well, Folks,

Here's a recommendation to a remarkable book. You may have seen Peter Coyote as the compassionate doctor who took care of E.T, in that movie. That is the slimmest sliver of his history. In his memoir is a tale of earnest striving, foolhardy courage, full throttle love, and some triumph in a day when the odds were most against those that dared to change not only their culture, but their own hearts. This fellow was not a'freared of taking on a doomed mission. He tells the story without a shred of self promotion, and great honesty.

"Sleeping Where I Fall"

S