Grateful Dead

Friday I've got traveling on my mind. . Well show week is here and I woke up way before the little bed clock suggested. Bruce Hornsby we're coming to see you! Roll them fingers gleefully cross them keys,keep the guys from bickering onstage. You gonna be my hero, and that's just the way it is. Just exactly perfect.

High water risin’—risin’ night and dayAll the gold and silver are bein' stolen away Big Joe Turner lookin’ east and west From the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City Twelfth Street and Vine Nothin' standing there High water everywhere High water risin’, the shacks are slidin’ down Folks lose their possessions—folks are leaving town Bertha Mason shook it—broke it Then she hung it on a wall Says, “You’re dancin’ with whom they tell you to Or you don’t dance at all” It’s tough out there High water everywhere I got a cravin’ love for blazing speed Got a hopped-up Mustang Ford Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties on the board I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind I’m no pig without a wig I hope you treat me kind Things are breakin’ up out there High water everywhere High water risin’, six inches ’bove my head Coffins droppin’ in the street Like balloons made out of lead Water pourin’ into Vicksburg, don’t know what I’m goin' to do “Don’t reach out for me,” she said “Can’t you see I’m drownin’ too?” It’s rough out there High water everywhere Well, George Lewis told the Englishman, the Italian and the Jew “You can’t open your mind, boys To every conceivable point of view” They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five Judge says to the High Sheriff, “I want him dead or alive Either one, I don’t care” High water everywhere The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies I’m preachin’ the Word of God I’m puttin’ out your eyes I asked Fat Nancy for somethin' to eat, she said, “Take it off the shelf— As great as you are a man You’ll never be greater than yourself” I told her I didn’t really care High water everywhere I’m gettin’ up in the morning—I believe I’ll dust my broom Keeping away from the women I’m givin’ ’em lots of room Thunder rolling over Clarkesdale, everything is looking blue I just can’t be happy, love Unless you’re happy too It’s bad out there High water everywhere....... Just paddle on into Chicago....

Hey there Daydreamers, Trying to keep our heads above water here in the Mississippi river Valley We may need a boat to row before too long. Hopefully the bus has oars! We managed to hike 9.5 miles in the St. Francois mtns but had to turn back early, due to high water Biding our time in the river city before we journey to the windy city. Man the sails dus briver the winds are high!

Last Saturday night, I got married,Me and my wife settled down Now me and my wife are parted, I'm gonna take another stroll downtown Sometimes I live in the country, Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I take a great notion, To jump into the river and drown I love Irene, God knows I do, I'll love her till the seas run dry But if Irene should turn me down, I'd take the morphine and die Stop rambling, stop your gambling, Stop staying out late at night Go home to your wife and your family, Stay there by your fireside bright So goodnight Irene, goodnight..... I'll see you in my dreams...

Felonius my old friendStep on in and let me shake your hand So glad that you're here again For one more time Let your madness run with mine Streets still unseen we'll find somehow No time is better than now Tell me where are you driving Midnight cruiser Where is your bounty Of fortune and fame I am another Gentlemen loser Drive me to Harlem Or somewhere the same The world that we used to know People tell me it don't turn no more The places we used to go Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before The time of our time has come and gone I fear we been waiting too long

Wanna wish you all a happy and special day today- may it be filled with laughter and love!

Coffee is on.... Summers here and the time is right for.... All these inspirational messages..... What's that Sarge? The title of Stella's last post reminded you of what? Why don't you just play it then.... Hear that whistle, it's six o'clock (Don't let go, don't let go) Come on baby, it's time to rock (Don't let go, don't let go) I'm so happy to have you here (Don't let go, don't let go) Keeps me grinnin' from ear to ear (Don't let go, don't let go) Ooh wee This feeling's killing me Awe, shucks I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let go (Don't let go, don't let go) Hold me tight and don't let go (Don't let go, don't let go) Thunder, lightning, wind and rain Love is humming inside my brain There's one thing baby, that keeps me crying You been keeping your lips from mine .....and a Happy belated Birthday to Stella's mom.....

There can only be one explanation, as far as I'm concerned. Now, signing off until we all finally share hands near the Fountain.

Whew! That was a loooooong nap I took in the back there, eh? Thanks for the constant lullabies there. Make for sweet dreaming. 41 posts later... Hey. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!! This is a special day! Have a sweet one all you dads and daddies. :) Say. Something really cool happened on Thursday (my mom's birthday incidentally). I got my first paid editing gig that night that wasn't from a friend, family member, or school newspaper, so... Thanks. I know it's a part of the motion that made me: 1) Read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (FINALLY) on a beach in Thailand in December 2) Decide on a meditation cushion in Burma in January that I was going to see the Dead 3) Look into it right on time when I got home and set about it with an open hand 4) Bring those golden intentions to fruition 5) Be open to joining up with y'all 6) Continue to dream and voice what I would like in my life while keeping this current one afloat... Sometimes this bus feels like a monastery/a mirror, or maybe a spot to work out those kinks we got wrong in kindergarten. Anyhow. Sometimes y'all bring out the best in me, so thank you. Okay. Clearly delirious. Someone tell me to go back to sleep. I know all your voices chatting away will sound like a river singing sweet songs. xo

Hey there, I hope the forum lets me post links, sometimes it freaks out and thinks links imply spam. Anyhow.. I was viewing some images produced by stacked neural networks here.. pretty groovy stuff. http://googleresearch.blogspot.com/2015/06/inceptionism-going-deeper-in… In that collection there is a neural net generated freak out of Georges Searut's pointilist painting " A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte".. seeing that I realized that the "la Grande Jatte" painting is in Chicago, within walking distance of the concert. The painting is huge, like 10 feet long. Sort of a nice thing to stare out when feeling grateful. -- Tom