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Searching for the Sound by Phillip C. Lesh

Started by JRL, April 08, 2005, 02:22:58 PM

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laughingwillow

#30
Phil was in rare form last week. During one techinal break, he began reminiscing about the good old grateful dead and their lengthy breaks. Reminded me of something straight out of SNL, to be honest. And then there was the conversation on stage concerning what Phil said he could smell rolling down the hill. Young Ryan Adams was describing the smell of homegrown, but Phil made the comment during the break right after the circus joint had been fired up. EVERYONE was smoking da kine. But I only smelled a couple of circus joints. hehe

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

#31
You ever hear the show where Phil(pretty sure it was Phil) sez "Is someone smoking coconuts out there?"
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

TooStonedToType

#32
The last two paragraphs really sum up the book:

There will never be another band like the Grateful Dead.  It was born at a time when magic and change were in the air, and it felt then as if we were an integral part of some cosmic plan to help transform human consciousness.

Like family members who still celebrate with one another after the patriarch of the family has passed on, my brothers and I play on, and I always feel Jerry's presence at our shows.  No one can be replaced in the hearts of those who love them, but I still feel the necessity to play - for those who come to dance and those who hope to find magic, communing together with friends and family.
...and as if from the inception of time itself I realized I was and had been for sometime, elsewhere, elsewhen or somehow, quite seriously, otherwise...

JRL

#33
At a show on the first Furthur tour, when Los Lobos ripped onto their most excellent version of  Bertha. I knew Garcia lived on, and that I would be forever Grateful.
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

jikuhchagi

#34
The Music will always play the band, if the band will let it...

j 8)

JRL

#35
There is one band and it is us
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green