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....this is interestinghttps://www.politico.com/story/2018/04/19/chuck-schumer-decriminalize-m… ....on 420 eve of all days.

Been on a Dead & Co. listening binge for a day now. Damn, when I'm in the right frame of mind to accept it it's such beautiful stuff... Chimenti and Oteil are virtuosos who never show off, because that would be beneath them. Bob has aged wonderfully, his voice deepened both in range and character. I love him. He carries forward the torch, Jerry's little brother. The drummers, crazy fucks, will probably be the last to die of all the original guys. Like Keith Richards and cockroaches, some things just cannot be killed. John was such the right guy to carry this forward. He has put his whole soul into it and he knows how blessed he is - this is his redemption. He sings better than ever and has such a reverence for this music, yet he's becoming more comfortable stretching out, finding himself in these songs. Love his Friend of the Devil and Brown-Eyed Women. And, of course, his kick-ass guitar playing. When he's on and wailing he holds his own across the board. I love that PRS Super Eagle, it's my dream guitar. Warning: shameless plug forthcoming. https://prsguitars.com/supereagle2/ \m/

Chimenti and Oteil is right. Amazing Talent.

I have a good board of it.. happy to pass it on to anyone who want its it. Just PM me. I have never met a Peggy-O I would not have Married-O.

Q: How do you know when its springtime in Las Vegas?A: Who cares! Golden Knights gonna be eating some shark fin soup in the second round. Shark fin soup buffet....

Q: How do you know when it is springtime in Canadaland? A: The Leafs are out.

I cannot imagine that. wow... one more Doors reference... When the Music's Over scared me good one time (1985). I thought JM was telling us to commit suicide by stabbing ourselves in the stomach. "now. now? AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! SAVE US! JESUS!" creeeepy af.

Dude, where is my car. Never had that problem leaving a show. Although now I have that experience when I leave a convenience store and the car is right there. I was busy and did not get to post on the anniversary of 1987-03-22, Hampton. I previously posted several times about that show. Once I posted about pulling into the parking lot and parking way out, closer to the entrance than the Shakedown. I was rolling one when a Virginia state police pulled up behind us. Quickly stuff the bag in my pants and got out. State police looked at me and shook his head. I knew it was because we were from so far away. Look down, and the dang baggie is hanging out of my pocket. Anyone that knows Virginia knows that officer was way more gracious than normal, way more. I also posted once about how when we got back to the hotel at about 2am or so, the Exorcist was starting so we watched that while we were way beyond dosed. Once I posted about the amount of energy in the building that night. It was Jerry alive and back on the East coast again. Just crowd in full on joy and energy that even got more crazy the next night. But where is my car nah. How about where is my hotel. We normally stayed at the Strawberry Banks when in Hampton or right down street from the coliseum at the Days Inn I think. This night for one night we had a room further north than the Strawberry Banks. We left knowing where we were. But coming back, we got lost. Lost in a circle. We knew the hotel was right there. We would get off of the interstate could not find and then go back down the interstate, turn around and try again. We made this 5-7 mile circle 5 or 6 times before we finally found the hotel. It was right where we left it. Thing is, there was a hill there and when we got off of the interstate we werent driving far enough to top the hill and see the hotel. Now this is what is weird, we were so relieved to find the hotel, the Exorcist was a piece of cake. Ahhh good times, well except the panic of being in that circle...

....how about finding the keys to the car? I think i've told this story before, but its pretty funny. Me and three other friends drove up to see the Monterey shows in '88. After the shows, we were packing up the tents, etc, getting ready to walk back to where we parked the car in the lot. Couldn't find the keys. Panic ensued. Spent a couple hours scouring the camping area and personal belongings to no avail. We asked each other when the last time anyone saw them. Shrugged shoulders all around. Security starting moving towards up to tell us we had to leave. Major panic attack. My buddy the sheepishly held them out in his hand. "Where where they!?!" "In my back pocket." ....

13th floormiss those daze jammin with roky in bleib alien picking buttons in laredo dont forget mayo thompson little band from houston 1966