But if you truly wish to share the hatred and divine. Believe me, anybody can write something helpful and uplifting. If you’re searching for the holy grail of peace and love, I strongly suggest you power down. And secure your permit for a fantastically sublime voyage. But all you gotta do is just slide, glide, slippery slide. Granted, some of the material will slalom down some very slippery slopes. An introspective look into my personal escapades with the Dead. All aboard! Come join me on an anachronistic expedition. Well, it’s time to leave the station and hitch a ride on the animus express. And your waiver of contempt has been duly notarized. If your disclaimer is properly signed and dated. And certainly not some rank and file Catholic priest administering infinite acts of executive rape and child sodomy. Not Father Howard Cunningham doling out the Life Savers. No, not Brian Bosworth (former Seahawks linebacker). These aren’t happy days and I’m not The Boz. Hell, this ain’t a prescription for swellness. Think of it as an extensive collection of short stories. One that’s long, strange, accurate and seemingly implausible. Hopefully this doesn’t sound metasophical or whatever, but the premise of this book is to take you on a similar trip. Whatever your analysis of the Grateful Dead, whether it be subjective or objective, one thing cannot be disputed. It’s not necessarily a recipe for feeling fine. And not to sound patronizing, but we’ve already been down that road. Or for all you stoners out there, a quarter a quart. Those anecdotes, while sometimes amusing, are literally a dime a dozen. Right?Īs I asserted, you won’t be bombarded with epic tales of concert lore. So what say we shoot for some slice of life stories instead? After all, it’s the Dead. You’ll never hear "we were trippin' our brains out/balls off" or “that show was killer.” Such fodder grows stale. Still, I’ll take this opportunity to make a solemn vow. Campgrounds, hotels, road trips, tailgating, so on and so forth. Or reminiscing about the drugs and alcohol. Consequently, this book wouldn’t be a decent forum for traditional concert reviews.
Say whaaat?!Ī quarter century has passed. The Art of Trolling, Gayness, Pittsburgh Hoes & Gigolos, Donald Trump, Flatulenceįorty-five Dead shows.
Obesity, Pork, Drama, Cigarettes, Steelworkers Sugar Magnolia > Sugaree > Music Never Stopped > Other One > Wheel Heaven & Hell, The President, Breasts, Excretion, Take Me To The River Promised Land > Queen Jane > Ripple > Shakedown > SOTM Usury, Jewish Hold-Ups & Hang-Ups, Road Rage, Indians, Battery Morning Dew > Minglewood > New Speedway Boogie > NFA > Saturday Night Royalty, Climate Change, Cyber-terrorism, Uncle Dunkle, Asymmetric Warfare Rooster > Looks Like Rain > Loser > Me & My Uncle > Might as Well High Time > Miracle > Jack Straw > Last Time > LTGTRĪlcoholism, Beer, Misogyny, Movies, Marijuana Gimme Some Lovin' > He's Gone > Bucket > Help on the Way > Hey Pocky Wayīase Sexuality, Abortion, Debauchery, Homosexual Liberation, Penguins Pirates, Anorexia, Breakfast, Immigration & Border Crossings, Fans & Attendance Infestation & Relocation, Girly Drinks & Promiscuity, Domestic Violence & Adoption, Scarface, Speed Trapsĭark Star > Deal > Don't Ease > Stranger > Fire on the Mountain The Who, Gun Control, Politics, Atheists & Televangelists, Cheap Wineīrokedown > Brown Eyed Women > Cassidy > Cold Rain & Snow > Cumberland
Bid You Goodnight > Around > Bertha > Bird Song > Box of Rain
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