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    Hey All 17 years ago today we lost our brother Brent
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    Bill had long wavy red hair
    Bill had long wavy red hair and a red beard. He always used to wear a cap with a Hot Tuna patch on it. I think it was a blue cap, Chinese type. I met him in NYC between shows. I was broke and he helped me out. We hit up the Floyd shows at Nassau and made our way down to the Capital Centre by train and hitching for the boys. He told me a weird story about his childhood which lead me to believe he was from the mid west perhaps. I remember catching up with him on the Haight and then at MSG during the Rainforest run. He passed out in a car next to me after booting dope. Worrying! Later he told me someone had taken his money while he was out! Something I never liked about NYC shows, THAT kinda stuff! A bro' named Tanith told me he'd read a newspaper article that said Bill had been shot in the head in Alphabet City. We guessed he'd been trying to score and got robbed! He was a really far out brother and sadly missed! Peace to u where ever u are brother!!! Are you kind?
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    Hey Now! For all those who knew him, Pauli is gone. I heard from The Balloon Lady that he passed away sometime in 2006 in San Francisco. He was apparently homeless and died on the road. He had become mentally unstable after years of "too much of everything". He was one of my best friends, a graduate of the "University of Space", a father, and a son. He is survived by his mother in Missouri. We had many a great adventure together. Pauli remains alive in our hearts, minds, and memories. "Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right" Peace, Jim & Zoe
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    Paul loved the Dead. Paul played his red gibson and he sounded alot like Jerry. Paul was a great friend. We moved out west together in 1984. I taught you how to ski and snowboard. You picked both up and you actually skiied really well. I remember when we hiked into the backcountry by Brighton and your leg fell into that hole and the snow froze and we couldn't get your leg out. I thought you were going to leave us right there. We had fun at the Snowbird, too. Life happened and you moved back east. Speedballs and wild turkey proved to be a bad combination. Paul had a thirst for the fast life. Paul also had a huge bootleg collection. I still have some that I borrowed. Morgantown '83 and Hershey '85, my favorite. I have a graet picture of you at Redrocks '84. I'll post it when I figure out how. You live in my mind Paul. Rest in peace!
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    Great guys that were taken in their prime. Both tragic losses for all involved.Both big fans of Jerry and the fellas. Although Burton could be a handfull at times, there was nothing but love going on here. Both were great atheletes, one basketball and golf and Burton was a gifted scoccer midfielder. Gone but never forgotten Fare the well...my brothers. “The Omnipotent Grateful Dead!”
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    Hey all, I was saddened to hear the news today of a former player I coached being murdered in Conway NH yesterday in an apparent botched robbery. Billy was one of three people killed. My heart goes out to his family at this time of sorrow; his parents and other brothers two of which I also coached.
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    Marty Soucie
    Marty was a good friend of mine while I was stationed in Puerto Rico in the mid '90s. He was the proprietor of the Grateful Bed and Breakfast in Luquillo Puerto Rico. Sadly he died in a fire at his bed and breakfast in early 2001. I first met Marty not long after Jerry died. At the time I was new to the Navy (only out of bootcamp for a few months), and with news of Jerry's passing, I kind of sunk into the proverbial funk. I have family down there, but they had no idea who Jerry Garcia was (my great aunt thought he was a Puerto Rican salsa musician:) ) My barracks-mate found a copy of "Skeleton's Key" at the Exchange and picked it up for me, hoping to cheer me up. One evening, while flipping through the book, I came across the name and address for Marty's bed and breakfast. Holy crap, I thought, that just 20 minutes from base! I called and talked for a while to Marty. I took a few days leave and headed down. It was the hight of summer (the off-season) so I was the only guest. It was nice to hang out with another deadhead after all the previous months of military yahoos. Finally, someone who really understood the gravity of Jerry's death (most of my fellow shipmates made snide jokes to me about Jerry's death). It was a nice weekend. Because I was his only guest, we hung out, visiting his friends in the rain forest, hiking, and BSing. I also taped a ton of shows from his vast collection:) Every few weeks we'd get together for dinner or just to hang out and listen to tunes, talk politics, the Dead, and drink rum and cokes. I can't tell you how nice it was to have a deadhead friend down there. It was a nice escape from the military. Not long after, I was transfered to the fleet, and sent to the "four winds." We exchanged a few letters, but as these things often go, I lost touch. News of his passing saddened and angered me. I felt bad that I had lost touch. He was a great guy, attempting to create a little deadhead enclave in the middle of paradise. He is missed. Fare-thee-well Marty! Your friend, Mike. Yo Soy Boricua!
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    Brad was a good kid from NJ who got into it in the early nineties. He had a nice family and was a solid drummer! A solidly built guy who wore glasses, kinda thick lenses! He was a mellow cat, a lotta fun, too much sometimes! This especially worried me the last time I saw him at the Charlotte shows in '92. He was really messy! Doped out. I was worried he'd get popped as he seemed desperate to make some $ on the lot. I told him to cool it as it was crazy hot out there! He ended up getting put away sometime later. I think he did 2 years in a rehab style bootcamp in NY State. He was clean and started going to college after he got out. He had a nice girlfriend. I remember getting a piece of mail with his address and being really stoked. I opened it and there were photos of him. His mother and brother had written that he'd gone down to NYC to buy some "shirts" from a dude whose name rang a bell. They decided to party for old times sake. He overdosed! We have such blessings, why gamble everything for a buzz? We all need to ask ourselves this question at certain times I'm sure. Love and Light, J Are you kind?
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    A great bro' who spent the later few years of his life based up in Humboldt with his good brother Tom. They lived in a cool dome house! Joe was a fixture in the scene during the era my other friends (see above) and I were around. He was also a fine guitar player who I would have loved to have formed a band with. Sadly it was not to be! Another brother who passed due to a smack overdose. He'd been clean for awhile and relapsed. I would hope that all these losses set an example to our family to not waste our lives in this way. We should do something with our lives to spread the light we have found. I know we are more sensitive people than the rest, but we can't find true shelter in drug abuse. It's just an illusion. We need to look at the way the native Americans embrace sacrament use instead of abusing it. We're given an insight that we need to go out and spread not dull with addictive substances. We have shed too many tears! We need each other here-to support each other in our works. Let's keep on keeping on! Are you kind?
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    A really beautiful sister in so many ways! I heard she died from an overdose. She was into smack. You would never have known to look at her. I had a really freaky experience once. When I was at a Hare Krishna restaurant in New Zealand two girls came in with backpacks and were in line next to me. One with intense blue eyes. They had American accents so I said "hi"! We started to chat. The one said she was from Philly. I said I had a friend from there who died from an overdose. We locked eyes and both said her name at exactly the same time. Wow.........! I felt the presence of Candy standing in the space that was there where we three stood. Powerful! What are the chances of such a thing being coincidence? It wasn't a coincidence, of course. I think Candy was just trying to connect the energy and to send me a little message of love to give me strength at a trying time in my life when I really needed it and was going through some of the toughest times I've ever had! She was a good family sister and will always be missed. Gotta make it to the promised land...! Are you kind?
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Farewell IanSex'n'drugs'n rock'n'roll Hit me with your rythm stick A physically challenged maniac for the 80s. RIP Ian
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Good to be reminded of the much missed Ian Dury, even though he died nearly 10 years ago! He was a truly original artist and performer and a brilliant lyricist. His last tour, when he was terminally ill, was brave, moving and at the same time a great celebration.
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Well, it was the ten year anniversary of his death anyway. I think the news story I heard had to do with some kind of award being made to physically challenged musicians or artists that had his name attached to it.
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Yes Thank ya Thank ya very much !! Elvis has left the building .
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shares the same birthday as Elvis, if my source is correct. ********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain
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“Salinger had remarked that he was in this world but not of it,” from family statement. How many times have I felt like that and that is why his work meant so much to me. I read Catcher In The Rye in one day when I was in my mid teens. Even though he was an east coast preppie and I was a midwest farm kid, there was something in his writing and in Holden that I could relate to and connect with, Alienation!. This book was a rite of passage. Thank J.D. Salinger. I knew I was not the only alienated freak, there were lots of us through the decades. But I did move on and connect with many things, just not much of mainstream society. Alienation, finding oneself, growth and sharing. Salinger described what so many go through in those troubled teen age years. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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Thank you J.D. for Holden Caulfield.I do not know if he would have been a Deadhead as he was not much of a joiner.I do know I often relate to Holden's angst,his signature headgear and his disdain for "swell" society....El T.
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my students finished catcher just a few weeks ago- and i have seen a few of them this morning in the hallways wearing their red hunting hats -- rest in peace, salinger- caroline
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We were going to read this in English class in 8th grade (I think, circa 1968 or 69), until the Vice Principal (the discipline-enforcer...the "cut your hair!" guy, and so on) decided that reading it would pollute the precious bodily fluids and corrupt the brains of his innocent little charges (that'd be us, the students). Having not read the book himself -- he admitted it to us -- he based his decision on what he "knew" and had been told about the subject matter and racy content. How many times have you heard that story? Having had the book banned out from under us, most of us (the ones that liked to read, that is) bought copies on our own, and sampled the forbidden fruit just to spite the jerk. And a few of us read it again, and again, and again. As an added bonus, we'd had our first group experience in defying authority...valuable lessons all the way around, as it turned out. So we learned: repression > rebellion. Thanks, Mr whatever-your-name-was! And especial thanks, JD Salinger. I still have that very dog-eared paperback in my library, sitting next to a hardcover copy I bought years later. RIP, JD...
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Historian and author of many books including the must read A People's History of the United States as well as being a civil rights and anti-war activist. People's History tells the history of Native Americans, immigrants, labor and our wide ethinic diverse population that isn't in the standard history textbook. He lived to tell truths. An inspiration. Thank you Howard Zinn. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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because history is like a chewing gum,once you stepped on it than it sticks to ones brain until you can scratch it of with the help of people like this man,who are tryin to tell the way it REALLY was.Let us be grateful for the few people who give real information to the world!!!!!
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Ahhhh,the different ways we do the different things we do....J.D.Salinger gave us Holden Caulfield,handed us the bat and left the game.Howard Zinn picked up the bat and just kept swinging....Thank you Howard Zinn.
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retreat/advance, solitude/activism, disengagement/participation, these two lives showing the Yin/Yang of human existence If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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Pigpen passed away at age 27, 37 years ago. Turn on your lovelight in his memory, will ya?Thanks, DL, for the reminder...
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"LEAVE IT ON" as Pigpen used to say...........
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I know most people don't equate the love for a pet to be the same as a human. However I can personally say that to some, our "Fur Kids" are like children to us. We loved them just as much as any one would a person who was special in their life.My best friend, companion and the absolute best dog ever "Ziggy" pasted away February 18th and it's been hard getting over him. It was his time and I'm sure he's in a much better place now but he's missed very much.
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on the contrary, some pets i have met were more human then their humans. it's my belief that here we can share mourning.......and loss. God bless Ziggy, whatever beach, or field, or park he is now chasing rabbits in.
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Yes indeed,I like to think of the Fourth Dimension as a place where my beloved ol' Spooky can lie around the campfire listenin' to the likes of Pigpen swappin' stories with the other members of this family who have made the transition....I am sure Ziggy will find the gathering.Meanwhile in the here and now,Hearts to you FoolfortheDead....
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However in this day and age it's easy to offend someone and I didn't want to do that. I appreciate the kind remarks and understanding. Some of my close friends were not as compassionate. I knew Dead heads were a better breed of folks.Thank You Again
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Peter graduated from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln with a Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree. Photography was his passion. He won many awards including the Nikon International and a number of his photographs have been published, including one on the cover of Life Magazine. Peter was born and raised in Lincoln, Nebraska. Peter and Missy recently celebrated their twenty-sixth wedding anniversary. Peter was a family man who loved his wife and kids with all his might. When Jerry Garcia died years ago, there was a spontaneous celebration at a park in Lincoln. Peter arrived with an unending supply of 5 x 7 copies of a photo he shot of Garcia from a St. Louis Grateful Dead show a couple years earlier. Garcia was bathed in a blue light and Peter smiled as he handed these out to all those in gathered in remembrance. "There's nothing you can hold, for very long...... Stella Blue". Peter was a great talent, a kind man, a good father, and had a smile for all he knew and those he hadn't met yet. "I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone." The Truth is realized in an instant, the act is practiced step by step.
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A tireless speaker and author of a crucial history of our country. Howard Zinn is a hero for our time, of which there are few left.
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Peter sounds like a very fine man. Sorry for the loss, may his spirit live on in those whose lives he touched. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
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I have no idea what Lincoln Nebraska is like, but I am fairly sure it is not the centre of the universe or Deadheaddom. I can see that they played there once (2/26/73). The thought of a spontaneous gathering there when Jerry died is a heartwarming testament to the impact the man had on so many lives. I am trying to imagine it and Peter handing out those photos...great image
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Keith was my good friend whom i worked with for the last 4 years. I'm really gonna miss him. Going to calling hours on Friday. I haven't been to a funeral in 20 years. It really makes you stop and think about how precious life really is... KEITH... You will be missed, but never forgotton my friend.. Rest In Peace Keith I love you brother, Moye
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WAY too young. So sorry.
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One of those guys whose music launched a thousand bands...59, too young. Won't you tell your dad "Get off my back" Tell him what we said 'bout "Paint It Black" Rock 'n Roll is here to stay Come inside now, it's okay
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I missed the Big Star craze, but "gimme a ticket for an aeroplane" was in my DNA before the Dead were. Safe travels Alex Chilton.
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legendary photographer and even more legendary character about whom we all have many tales, passed away last night.
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Bay Area legendary character. You might well ask why I am posting the former owner of the Warriors here. Well, it's a long story, but... Back in the early '90s, when AOL was just a baby, I frequented the dogs area as well as the GD area, and one day a guy posted that he was in the Berkeley area and looking for a live-in caretaker for his dog when he went on frequent biz trips. I sent him an email recommending my dogsitter as a likely resource. He thanked me and said oh by the way, if I ever wanted tix to a Warriors game I should call his secretary Shirley, and she'd set me up. It was at that point that I put two and two together and realized I was dealing with Franklin Mieuli His Bad Self, but aside from getting a big kick out of it I thought no more of the matter, because I did not care about Warriors games... Cut to a few weeks later. I pass my boss's office. My boss and the head sales guy are bemoaning the fact that he has foolishly given his season tickets to his daughter and her friends, and now the game is sold out and he is shut out and is going to be stuck in the parking lot listening to the game on the radio waiting to give the teens a ride home. Excuse me, I say innocently. I couldn't help but overhear. Perhaps I can do something. Whereupon I gave them the short explanation and went and called Shirley, who quickly set me up. I made my way back to the boss's office, where he and the sales guy were still stunned, as nothing in my previous life had suggested I would be a source of tix to a sold-out Warriors game. Okay, here's where to pick up the tickets, I said. Only thing is, I think I'd better come along and use one of the tickets because I have a feeling someone might come looking for me. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the receptionist is at the door looking slightly worried and saying, Mary, someone calling himself Franklin the Dog Lover is on the phone and he needs to talk to you right now! Boss is looking even more stunned. So I pick up the phone. "Shirley says you've got tickets for the game tomorrow but she doesn't think you're using them yourself!" a voice hollers. Thanking God for having anticipated this eventuality, I said truthfully oh no no, I'm coming and it would be great to see you! So Franklin goes away mollified, my cred at the office is through the roof, and in due course off we go to the game. Where we have quite nice seats, in the low 100s for those who remember the Coliseum. And we're just settling in and commenting on our good fortune when a woman in a Warriors office uniform comes up and asks if we're Shirley's party. And the next thing you know, we are in the courtside seats next to Franklin, getting the lowdown on all the players even as they come crashing into us. It was, shall we say, an unforgettable experience. EVEN ASIDE FROM THE FACT that unbeknownst to me, this was the very night at which the Rex Foundation was to present the check for the Lithuanian basketball team's uniforms to Sarunas Marciulionis, who was on the Warriors at the time. So not only did I get to catch a lovely halftime ceremony, I found myself in the VIP lounge at halftime with several band members and a slew of my Deadhead pals. So thanks always to Franklin the Dog Lover, and safe travels to him.
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Any info about our good friend Dread Fred would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
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What a loss of a brilliant actor, director, artist, and photographer. R.I.P. Dennis. Find this little clip quite á propos. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TAixFYnDh4 ********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain
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memorial day weekend. today my local newspaper listed the names of all who we have lost in iraq and afghanistan to date.............i went to a memorial day service yesterday and couldn't stop crying for an hour after....it has to stop....we must bring the others home before it's too late for them, too
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what you said.
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Thanking Johnman and Marye for reMINDING me to remember the 'heavy stuff' too....I just drifted back into Bellingham from Mountainaire....So today I remember those who have put themselves in harms way to serve our country....I pray now that they are all home soon to enjoy the lives they so greatly deserve,in peace and listening and grooving to the music of their choice....
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Thanks for the kind invitation but the 'Greyhound' only makes the Tacoma scene for about six and a half mins.,You were in my thoughts Johnman....
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can be inconvenient and oh, so, boring, but better that nuffin'!!
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Portland meadows . OR 15 years ago on Memorial day
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Portland Meadows. OR. 15 years ago on memorial day he died. If you knew him or know anyone that does or know what happened. Please contact me ... Thanks
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Hey everyone...My friend John Grantham passed away yesterday. He was 34 years old, and he had a son. I played football in high school with John, and we even lived on the same dirt road. I'm still waiting for details concerning what happened, but really it doesn't matter. He was one of my oldest friends, and now he's gone. Please send out good vibes to his family, and for me you can hoist one, burn one, or otherwise in John's memory. Thanks everyone. MacLain
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I guess this isn't the most timely post, but it's one of those sad days and I happened to fall into this group so it kinda seemed appropriate. Just over a year ago my father went over to my sister's house to do some work on the place while she was gone. As it so happened, Dad walked in on a burglar who opted to shoot Dad, take his wallet, and leave him to bleed to death in the hallway. In that instant, everything changed and my world will never be the same. I have for years pleaded with my wife for us to move out of Indiana and to let me go back to school to be a teacher/professor or something (anything to get out of IT). Now, I have to stay here. I can't leave Mom alone, she cannot take care of herself and with Dad gone, she doesn't have anyone else. So, I now swing between being so pissed about the whole situation, and guilt at being so selfish. All this is nothing compared to that last hour or 2 that Dad lay there. Anyway, today is definitely a "sad day" so I thought I'd throw my sorry story up here. -Dave
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so sorry for all your family's been through.