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Morning, Freaks!
Aloha, Shalom, Cheers and all that good shit! It’s been a long time since we’ve talked, huh? I hope you’re well. Quite sincerely, I do. Just took some time off and kind of forgot about the world for a few minutes, caught up in my own life, some new friends, one of them a very close one, and life’s roller coaster of twists and turns. Been spending most of my time just working, gardening and basking in the sunlight that is a South Carolina summer. Honestly, it’s hot as fuck down here. When you go outside, it feels like you threw a wet blanket on your back. Well a bunch of you are on the road at present. Both the Phish and the Panic are off and running. WSP is burning down Red Rocks this weekend and the Phish are beating up the Northeast, slowly making their way south and leaving a bloody pulp of smiles and awe in their wake. I can tell you that I haven’t been this excited about a Phish tour in many, many, many years…. the tapes don’t lie…I’m expecting straight heat by the time those fools get to Charlotte. They’re connecting….not ’97 connecting, but Trey’s good health and fervor are leading the way to great things. The Panic has been on a short Spring break, but they should bring the fire to The Rocks this weekend. They, too, are a brand new invigorated pack of wolves, with a new album taboot…that ain’t half bad. With every tour, Father Time (Jimmy Herring) melds more and more, taking the band to new places. I won’t say new heights, but I will say new places. So to y’all, that are out on the road like a caravan of vagabond gypsies with the same common interest of sweet summer sunshine, good times and the chase for that rare musical epicness, please be careful. Don’t hesitate to enjoy yourselves…you deserve it. Text me setlists and pictures of your dilapidated smiling asses from near and far, and whatever you do, don’t call me for bail.
A bunch of you know I grew up in the metropolis of Chester, VA. Most of you know it because it is located right beside Enon…another metropolis, and absolute braintrust of intellectuals. I sense sarcasm. Correct. Enon and Chester have never really been know for kicking out rocket surgeons into society, or been a real hotbed for world leaders, generous philanthropists, world renowned artists and thinktank of academics, and the sort, but worry not, one thing we do know is that the twin cities know how to party, possibly like nowhere else I’ve ever been and know great music. Ne’er a day passed when I wouldn’t leave my j.o.b. at the local Subway sandwich shop (I was a sandwich artist, you know), take a bong hit out of the V05 shampoo bottle bong that we hid on the top shelf over the slicer near the three compartment sink, blow the smoke into the walk in freezer, get in my beat up 280zx and head off to the park to a virtual rodeo of camaros and mustangs, 4 wheel drives and girls showing a lot of skin, joints, brown liquor, and Milwaukee’s Best flying around the circle so fast, it didn’t matter if you caught it this round, because there was certain to be another directly behind it. If you needed a break for a minute, you took a break. Nobody scoffed. There were cool kids, cheerleaders and football players, band geeks and german club presidents, squares, sluts, heads, future lawyers and future prisoners all in one place at one time, partying and enjoying each other’s company. There was safety in numbers and this park was off the beaten track, down a twist and turn of roads that I couldn’t find now if my life depended on it. Shit, I could barely find it then. Car Stereos cranking Zep, the Sabbath, Halen, the Floyd, and our beloved Grateful Dead. You ever see the movie Dazed and Confused? Yeah?….well that movie was based on Enon. The foosball parlor? Chester….Party at the Moontower? Enon. Marijuana on One, Reefer on Two…and all that good shit. I wouldn’t change a thing. The only time the park really shut down its party was when the Dead came to town. Chee-non is in kind of a central location for the Dead concert season….easy to hit RFK, Jerryweather, and Cap Center to the North, The Spaceship to the East, Carter Finley and Raleighwood to the South. So, when they were in town, the party moved.
Well today marks the anniversary of another special show I attended with someone who is very dear to me…my lil bro. Kid has been a rock for me over the years. When I need someone to lean on, he’s not far away. At least, I’m pretty sure I attended it with him. That decade is a little foggy for me. I can’t imagine why. Typically, ‘90’s shows weren’t a whole lot to write home about. Mostly junk…midi and teleprompters, with an occasional spark of inspiration and genius. Bobby pushed hard on the band as its makeshift engineer in Jerry’s mental absence and drug haze, but couldn’t be the engine for his road weary aging teammates in his Op shorts and tanktop uniforms, and at this time, core with some subs (they tried real hard, but didn’t quite have the allotted play time needed to connect to the real vibe of what had made this band greatness. They couldn’t quite find the heart. It wasn’t their fault, though. It was timing.) I remember when we first heard the rumor from the road that Vince was going to be the new “keys guy”. First, were like who the fuck is that? Is that guy from the “She’s a Beauty” band? Anyway, cool video. You remember…the creepy fun house video. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ_k_VG6Syc ) Lots of nip slips in that thing, huh? YAAAYYYYYY, MTV!! So, anyway Vince turned out to be a really cool guy and fit in well with the family, like when your sister brings her new boyfriend to his first family reunion at your parents house and he’s the one that pulls you aside and asks you if you want to smoke a joint. He brought wonderful new jazzy harmonies to the band and some unique tune penning. His addition is clear in the following show with its double jointed second set opener of BOX>RAIN, then SAMBA later in the set.
This show wasn’t brilliant by any means…but, it was better than ok. Little did we know, it would the last time the Dead would play RFK. A stadium that historically they had completely destroyed. See 6/9/73 and 6/20/92. Tell me what band can do a stadium tour every year and sell out two nights in a row…..that’s right, you can’t name one. The ’92 Shenandoah space quite possibly may have been the most beautiful pieces of art I ever heard the Dead play live, especially when the train airhorn blasted and banged into a phenomenally rare 90’s St. Steve. It was always scorching at the summer RFK shows. The lot felt like home to me, the thick hot smell of patchouli, kind bud and B.O., naked sundrenched bodies taking showers in the lot at the provided makeshift showers, the colorful sea of tents, VW buses, smiles, lots of smiles, and the drum circles under the bridge will forever be etched in the attics of my mind. At points, they were magical. If you were there, you know what I’m talking about. There was something about the echo and reverb of the drums bouncing off the cool steel of the bridge, while we stood on the big round rocks of the river in the cool shade. There was none of this puppy pulling, nitrous mafia, flat brimmed bullshit there is today. Sometimes I just want to kick those dumbasses right in the face. Maybe I just need to shake them and say “Don’t you get it?” Maybe I just need to love them, like my yoga practice would dictate. I know…Whatever, Hippy. The scene was centered around the music, not the drugs, and it was good. On this night, we were expecting rain…and rain it did. It thundered, it lighteninged, it poured….and we boogied our asses off, me and Mattu. Rain or shine…we dance. The band rewarded us with the rain theme in the second set. They let us know that they were thankful for our devotion. It was BIG and it was GRAND and it HAPPENED and we were THERE.
I’m not gonna hit you with a bunch of show notes today. Well, only one…I think Jerry’s voice is super cool on Rollin’ & Tumblin’…and it’s a rare tune. Also check out the jazz/midi horn parts in the Shakedown opener. It’s fabulous!
Get yourself a tea and cop a squat. Plug ‘n play here:
http://www.archive.org/details/gd95-06-25.sbd.2236.sbefail.shnf
06-25-95 Robert F. Kennedy Stadium, Washington, D.C. (Sun)
1: Shakedown, Wang Dang Doodle, Jack A Roe*, Mama Tried@*> Mexicali@*, Loose Lucy, Picasso Moon*
2: Box Of Rain, Rain, Samson, Ship Of Fools*, Truckin> Rollin & Tumblin*> Samba> Drumz> Wharf Rat*> NFA E: Brokedown*
*final version with Bruce Hornsby on grand piano - Bob Dylan opened - soundcheck: “St. Stephen” - Jerry Garcia played on “Train To Cry” and “Rainy Day Women” of Bob Dylan’s set
See you all at the Phish in the ATL on JULY 4th…AMERICA, FUCK, YEAH!!!
You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.
Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.
m-
It is quickly becoming a tradition for me and the rest of us “statheads” to check out Burnthday’s Tour Stats when Panic finishes up a season. Buddy, I respect your work. Keep on keepin’ on.
The band continues to meld with Jimmy Herring every tour. It’s taken a while, but Jimmy is finding his own head in the neck of the six-headed monster. It’s truly trial by fire, and as long time fans, we have big expectations. He still leans hard to his fav axe, the Strat, but we’re starting to see him bust out the Tele more and more often, making the older fans smile in comfort. It’s like going back to a warm place. The sound may not be as relevant as the visual, but it’s nice to see, and it has a darker sound. Additionally, he’s got a feel for about 90% of the songs and the band once again is starting to explore the jam as a unit, and not as WSP, featuring Jimmy Herring..Jimmy, you are a sick, sick player…KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!
We’re saw 4 new songs pop from the new Dirty Side Down album. This maybe some of their best recorded work in the past few discs. The potential depth of jam is humongous, and we all expect great things. It was a shot of new energy.
2010 Spring Widespread Panic Tour in Review Stats:
Morning, Freaks!!
Well Aloha and Shalom and all that good shit!! It’s been a while and I’m truly happy to be back and sharing the my deep seeded love/slight obsession of the Grateful Dead with you fine people. I found myself taking a little hiatus from writing for a bit. My head’s been kind of straight for a brief moment in time and I didn’t have whole lot to “therapitize” on, although the grateful dead played through daily and with a strong presence. Sunday mornings are special, aren’t they? You wake up, shake off a little bit of the previous evening’s festivities, which in my case were fairly tame with an “metric shit-ton” of cold beer (my new friend and fellow head Twan’s home brews), fries with truffle mayo, rice krispie treats, and a wii bowling tournament, in which I may have suffered a slight injury to my throwing elbow. Ya know, I may be getting up there in my years, but clearly I still know how to have a good time. :) So sit down with a little coffee, some biscuits and gravy, CBS Sunday Morning on the tube, and the for me, as typical a little mid-70’s dead.
The Europe ‘72 tour was basically the shit. My goal was to find a good copy of the London 4/7/72 show and drop the goods on you, but I can’t seem to find a good non-audience copy. They played liked complete demons on that show. Go listen to one of those copies and tell me I’m wrong. You can’t. That being said, I forgot about this beautiful moment in music until I stumbled across it again. Pure, unadulterated, ‘72 Grateful Dead. Welcome to Sunday Morning!!!!!!
I’m not going to get to into show notes with you this morning. It’s just damn good and picture perfect. I urge you to pay a little attention to the stage banter.There’s all kinds of babbling going on in the beginning of this show.
www.archive.org/details/gd72-04-14.sbd.hurwitt.8828.sbeok.shnf
04-14-72 Tivoli Concert Hall, Copenhagen, Denmark (Fri)1: Bertha, Me & My Uncle, Mr. Charlie, You Win Again, B. T. Wind, Chinatown Shuffle, Loser, Bobby McGee, Cumberland, Playin, Tennessee Jed, El Paso, Big Boss Man, BIODTL, Casey Jones2: Truckin, Hurts Me Too, B. E. Women, L. L. Rain, Dark Star> Sugar Magnolia, Good Lovin> Caution> Who Do You Love> Caution> Good Lovin, NFA> GDTRFB> NFA E: Saturday Nightlast “Who Do You Love”: 11-11-70 [112] - B. E. Women” appears on “Europe ‘72” - FM broadcast on 05-20-72
Have a wonderful week, y’all, and thanks for coming to therapy with me today,
m-
p.s. Happy Birthday to my good friend Dana, who celebrates another year on the sphere today. And just for the record, it makes me smile when you shoot me those texts when you’re driving on a sunshiny day, and the boys launch into a bouncy china cat…and yes, you’re right…”it doesn’t get any better than this”.
p.s.s. karma - it’s everywhere you’re going to be
Morning, Freaks!!
I hope your day starts off with a massive bang of positivity!!!! I know mine has. Work and life are running full bore right now, like a GATDAMN PONTIAC GTO !!!!! That’s my preface and apology for not being as attentive to Dead Friday(Therapy) as I have been in the past. Things are busy as hell right now, and I will continue to bang out Dead Therapy’s as best I can on a regular basis. You may find that they may not always be a Friday morning thing from now on, but I promise, promise, promise that I will try to keep on a weekly schedule. It was easy when we were in that sucky ass economy of the past 2 years. Things appear to be moving again, and time is of the essence on some other projects. Enough about that.
I’ve never really challenged you guys with Early Dead (’65-’69). In my humble opinion, it is an acquired taste. It is the sickest and most psychedelic. It’s a super-electric fuzzy lightning bolt of raw musical power, especially when the band unharnesses the heat of a jam and lets it run. Cap’n Trips. There was a nasty new sound coming off our west coast. The Grateful Dead weren’t the only ones, or the most popular ones working within this new realm. Sometimes I get really caught up in the new kids on the block because it’s so easily accessible, and forget about the granpappys and grandmammys of the genre. Lately, I’ve been going back and listening to the bands that frequented Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests. I encourage you guys to do the same. Throw one of these in the 8 track player and give it a whirl…the Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company with Janis Joplin, Quicksilver, the Steve Miller Band, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Country Joe and the Fish, Butterfield Blues Band. Get over the recording quality and listen to what’s really going on. Some of these bands have taken me to interesting new places in my head that I didn’t even know existed. Basically, the Acid Tests were just big parties put on by Ken and the Merry Pranksters…most everything there was experimental….LSD was legal, so that’s fun…there was musical experimentation by the San Fransisco bands at the time. Short 3 minute fast songs were turning into 45 minute musical explorations, often leaving their loose structures, only to come back and dive in again. Earth…outer space….earth….outer space…earth…outer space…PLUTO!!! There were all types of other freakiness, oddities, pranksterness, fantastic visual arts, open sexuality. NOW THAT’S A PARTY!!! God Bless ‘em!! I don’t know if I would’ve lived through late ‘60s San Fran had I been there.
Here’s some era-specific stuff for your aural pleasure…..
The music in today’s excerpt, you might actually find to be post-lunch stuff, rather than first cup of coffee Dead. Jerry is absolutely sick and on fire, and very, very angry sounding. His sound is ELECTRIC. In parts it’s an intense firefight between Phil, Bill , and Jerry…and it’s really damn good. Prepare to space your head, and don’t be afraid to hit pause if you need a quick break to gather yourself, because this shit’s fire.
Show Notes: JUST LISTEN!!!
http://www.archive.org/details/gd68-12-29.sbd.cotsman.5425.sbeok.shnf
12-29-68 Gulfstream Park Racetrack, Hallandale, Fl. (Sun)
Lovelight, Dark Star> St. Stephen> The Eleven> Cryptical> Drums> Other One> Cryptical> Feedback> We Bid You Goodnight
Wishing my friend, Randy, a very happy birthday…Little Buddy, I hope it’s your best ever!
You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.
Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.
m-
Morning, Freaks!!
Well, what’s going on y’all? Some things have changed, and I will be sending out Dead Therapy to only you folks that respond that you want it. I will continue to launch it to the Orangesunshine list and the boys of The Butter Room. It will also post to The Butter Room website. I’m a little technologically inept as my good friends know, so I’m going to do my best to set it up in a distro list. For those of you that are not in one of those two groups , and would still like to receive my distorted thoughts, please email me direct and I’ll make sure to get you in the mix and are added to the list. For those of you that don’t have interest, no worries and no hurt feelings. The Grateful Dead are an acquired taste, kind of like monkey brains and sea urchin.
Well enough about that…on a gangster tip, the most important sporting event of the year is upon us this weekend, SUPER BOWL XLIV. Kind of cool how those last three roman numerals fit together, huh? I’m not sure if I’m really gonna pick a team this year. Of course, I’d like to see the Saints win, because they’ve kind of been America’s underdogs, and they might deserve it this year. Brees is slinging some serious heat. Either way, it will be a battle of some nasty quarterbacks, Peyton is a friggin’ surgeon. You may not like him, but you got to respect him. He’s a bad, bad bitch.
I wanted to pick a show today that was on the theme of the week, but archive is having a couple issues. I could only get to one show, yep, one show, and I had to back door into it. Lucky for all of us, it’s bangin’! The Boys loved playing NYC…you can just hear the energy in their playing.
Show Notes: No real show notes for today, but it is kind of nice to have a LLR in today’s Dead Friday…seems pretty fitting for most of the east coast folks. Looks Like Rain is a gorgeous song and probably one of my favorite Bobby tunes. It’s either a heart wrencher or an optimistic view of the future, depending on where in the world you are at the time you hear it. A good friend of mine said, “Why do you like that song so much it’s so sad?” it just goes back to wherever I’ve been in life, highs/lows, the Dead are a constant, and everybody finds meaning in their music individually. Either way, it’s one of Bobby’s best. The He’s Gone (I’ve always loves the intro in this song, it’s like a little shuffle, and superb in this version.) -> Wharf Rat is perfect for a liquid sunshine day like today. It really sets its own mood and is so warm and comforting in the middle of this set, and as I sit in my office. Then, BOOM!!! Shakedown as an encore to throw us out into the New York City streets. The afterparty begins!~
I really hope you enjoy this show…I like it for today. It brought a smile to my face. : )
www.archive.org/details/gd79-09-04.sbd.clugston.9452.sbeok.shnf
09-04-79 Madison Square Garden, New York, N.Y. (Tue)
1: Jack Straw, Sugaree, Me & My Uncle> Big River, Candyman, Minglewood, Tennessee Jed, Sailor> Saint> Deal
2: China Cat> I Know You Rider, L. L. Rain, He’s Gone> Drumz> Wharf Rat> Around E: Shakedown
You guys mean everything to me. Wherever this weekend finds you, may it be safe and exactly what you were looking for.
Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.
m-
Vic Chesnutt and Widespread Panic
Dave Schools Basement
It’s a sad day in Panic history. Tonight, we lost a very important family member in Vic Chesnutt. Vic was one of the good ones. I have many personal memories of him with Panic and as a solo musician. Talking to him at shows, the way he would hold a conversation with you, look at you, look away, look at you, look away. He was always very humble about his music, but one thing I will always remember him saying was, I’ve been doing this a long time. Vic, RIP, my friend, your music will live on. I hope you are in a place where there is no pain. m-
Head’s Up, Y’all!! JoJo’s coming to town.
Missing Cats features the duo of John “JoJo” Hermann, longtime keyboardist for Widespread Panic, and Sherman Ewing,
the New York City-based singer/songwriter who, with acoustic guitar in hand, has toured with Jojo since 2006.
Their collaboration has led to the debut tour of the newly formed Missing Cats as they prepare to enter the studio to record their first album.
With only an acoustic upright piano and acoustic guitar on stage, Hermann and Ewing combine the sounds of New Orleans boogie-woogie
piano with their newly written songs, along with man songs from Hermann’s solo albums with the Smiling Assassins…
For more information on JoJo and the MIssing Cats or to access a press photo please visit the link below:
http://www.pgamusic.com/Artist.aspx?ArtistID=24
Jojo Solo: September 2009
Missing Cats Tour Dates
Sep 15 The ArtsCenter Carrboro, NC
Sep 16 The Soapbox Wilmington, NC
Sep 17 Pour House Charleston, SC
Sep 18 The Melting Point Athens, GA
Sep 19 The Grey Eagle Asheville, NC
Rebirtha - Widespread Panic
06.28.02 - Red Rocks, Morrison, CO
Today marks the anniversary of Mikey Houser’s death. The “silent genius” had a huge impact on my life personally, and I’m sure many of you, too. He was confident, without ego, kind-hearted and genuine. His goal wasn’t to be the frontman lead guitar player for Widespread Panic. He was just the humble guy who sat in a chair, fan blowing in his hair, melting faces with a volume pedal.
This vid is from the the Red Rocks shows in ‘02, which was also my last run with Mikey on lead. He would play only a few more shows with his buddies and pass a couple months later. We all knew Mikey was sick and in pain, but still laying out every inch of his positive energy for us. Watch as JB walks over (around 2:40) and hangs out with his best friend.
I will forever miss the “lingering lead”. R.I.P. dear friend.
Water to Wine - The Grapes
10.04.08 - Rehearsal Space, Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia
I had forgotten how great this band was until Wick’s recent post of The Grapes covering The Dead’s Viola Lee Blues. The Grapes were another one of those bands that had pretty good success following in the success of The Grateful Dead. I remember them rotating dates and opening slots with Widespread Panic a lot in the early days.
Great guitarists, tight jamming and songwriting. Check out this show off archive, particularly set 2. www.archive.org/details/grapes1993-01-15.shnf
Posted in honor of the anniversary of Brent Mydland’s death 19 years ago today …(July 26th, 1990). R.I.P. my friend.
Morning, Freaks!
I’d like to give a heartfelt welcome to the boys of The Butter Room this morning. I’ve added you to the distro list for this one time trial. Dead Fridays is a little therapy session that I send out on Friday mornings, mainly for my own therapy. It doesn’t matter where I’ve been in life, the Dead have always been a constant. When I’ve been on top of the world, they were there. When I hit the bottom, they were there. When things were in line and perfect, they were there. Through heartbreaks, struggles, and confusion, they were there. Maybe they’re a bunch of guys who play instruments, maybe they’re a celebration of life. If this isn’t your thing, kindly mash delete.
Based on last night’s poker game debacle, I probably should’ve found a show with this segue: Deal>Loser. I suck at poker and need to take up another hobby. Instead, for some reason I picked this one.
This was one of my first tapes. It’s funny how memories are so tied to music. My sophomore year of college was a time of new experiences. It was my first time living away from home, my transition from college/80’s brit rock to music of ‘60s San Fran, my first time tripping on psychedelics, and my first “girlfriend”. This girl used to snap, and I would be on the bus out to her place. I think they were some sort of off campus school owned apartments, and I’d have to catch a bus from my dorm. I’d get on the bus with my long hair and tie dyed shirt, and throw the second set XL-II 90 tape of this show into my walkman (fuck you , it was the 80’s). My tape didn’t have the first 3 songs on it, it would start MSWS>He’s Gone and I would get dropped off at the corner near her house as it was going into Other One. I cannot even tell you how many times I listened to that combo that fall. I thought I was so in love with this girl. I didn’t know she was everybody else’s girl, too. So naïve…isn’t living and learning awesome? Marnie, if you’re out there somewhere, I hope you drive your Porsche into a ditch…just kidding/not really.
First set doesn’t have a whole lot to say, although it’s tight and heartfelt. The front porch bluesy slide in Down in the Bottom>Superstitious is an interesting addition and is pulled off nicely. The real love comes in Looks Like Rain and Bobby represents in his Op corduroy nut huggers. Also, notice the interesting train combo of Tons of Steel, Big RR.
Second set is distant and spacey. All of the transitions are weird. Jerry’s kind of on his own trip, and everybody else just follows along in support. He’s Gone is simply amazing and by far my favorite ever. It’s not like the others. Listen specifically to Jerry’s first solo and the way he slides the notes and phrasing around. It’s like he’s telling a story. Granted it’s undeniably mid-80’s in style. In fact, the whole show is signature mid – 80’s…you can feel the pain and depth in Jerry’s playing and singing. His health was so questionable at the time, and you can hear it in his playing. Harmonies are tight all the way through on this great and often overlooked show.
04-14-85 Irvine Meadows Amphitheatre, Irvine, Ca. (Sun)
1: Touch> Bucket> Sugaree> Bottom> Superstitious, B. E. Women, Tons Of Steel, Big RxR Blues, L. L. Rain> Don’t Ease
2: Miracle> China Cat> I Know You Rider, Woman Smarter> He’s Gone> Drumz>Space >Mr. Fantasy> Other One> Wharf Rat> Sugar Magnolia E: Gloria
Enjoy! And thanks for coming with me to therapy today.
m-
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