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  • Totem
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    Today's Countdown brought to you by....
    Unicorns and Dolphins! Don't worry about how long it is to the shows, we'll get there eventually if we just stop and just smell the cow patties. Peace and Love and Harmony and My Little Ponies. (actually the new My Little Ponies rocks! I watch it with my 4-year old everyday). P.S. The above is just a box of satirical humor. Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass on sending a PM. P.S.S. Love will see you through, but laughter will get you here! P.S.S.S What would Jerry say?
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    Blended Baby Blue Bugs Blood Blotches, Chapter 4
    As it rained, the windshield wipers made a merry mess of our late friends, the Blue Bugs, and we rolled down the highways with the Blue Meanies on one side and Sargent Peppers on the other...tunes blasting out and we are all singing along...guess what? The rain washed off the bugs, the windshield cleared, the rain stopped, the skies parted and a rainbow appeared on the horizon. We had made it safely through yet another moment in time, magical as it was... The Moral my friends? If you are traveling down life's highways and something starts bugging you, and it gets thick, and you can't see through the haze, much like our Blended Baby Blue Bugs Blood Blotches did to us, just slow down, let it rain, continue on the journey and embrace it with song. Let the spirit of the adventure be greater than the blending of the blotches. Let the rain wash down and clear you thoughts as it cleared our windshield... Let that rain represent the love of friends and family; the raining down of good thoughts, prayers, chants and best wishes. Let the music wrap you like the arms of a lost friend or lover, and be soothed. For soon you will be through the swarm, you will see clearly once again with a rainbow in front, a majestic sunset painting the sky and peaceful breezes of a pleasant evening around you. Peace, best wishes to all...look! A Butterfly! g
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    I though the moral of the story was going to be avoid the bugs if you can, and if you can't, make sure you have extra windshield wiper fluid on the dus. You don't have Love Bugs where you live do you? lol! Watch out for those unicorns in the road! Put down the coffee and pass me one those Genny Screamers.....Vroooom.
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    "Blended Baby Blue Bugs Blood Blotches"
    Great story NEOGEO. You are a great storyteller! Happy Friday peeps! It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright, bright Sunshiney Day... Expecting 105 degrees today here in paradise. Shine those sails and patch those rails, the circus is coming to town...
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    "Da Bugs" Epilogue
    ...never did get busted in that bus, and Brad and I haven't seen each other in decades...perhaps you have a like story, a happenstance you might relate too...perhaps you've driven the bus, ridden the bus, built the bus, or maybe almost got hit by da bus, This Dus has a cool and creative Briver, and He never seems to be concerned if you take the wheel. What brives us actually is you, and you, and me, and thou, and we are all in this together. The Blue Meanies may be TM, the bugs may be the flurry of emotions. We all have our ups and downs, and we all need a break once in awhile or a hug or a good word. You deserve a break as much as our friend smiling right over there with the whipped cream on his chin. Have another, Rich... And have a good day...
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    but smile, Smile, SMILE !!!
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    "Da Bugs", Chapter 3
    It was about sunset just before twilight but after the hot sun had made it's trip across the southern sky, and we were rounding a curve not unlike that one rjrrrjrjrrr took at 80 plus where we all held on and sang Ripple together... Brad and I suddenly found ourselves in the swarm of a cloud of bugs, and they hit our windshield like so many spattering raindrops. Were we high? Hah! What do you think...two college kids in a cool vdub bus racing through the countryside on summer's eve? We slowed a bit and hit the windshield wipers a bit and that made a real mess of things. The bugs were blue. Blue Bugs..."They looked like little Baby Bugs", he said; I said Baby Blue Bugs" and that's what started it all: "Look at all the Baby Blue Bug Blotches" "Look, we're covered with Blended Baby Blue Bug Blotches" It started to rain, the windshield wipers were swishing back and forth, soon we had a windshield covered with what we termed forever and ever: "Blended Baby Blue Bugs Blood Blotches" Did we ever get a kick out of that. We sang that phrase every chance we got, as more bugs and rain and sloppy blue who-knows-what covered things, and a cloud of some type of smoke enveloped the bus. Singing, laughing and cutting up....all over a bunch of bugs...and that is the moral to this story friends...
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    "The Bugs", Chapter 2
    Turn down the music you over there...hi Rgrrrgrrr...may I continue? Great to see you here...this little snack has your name on it. Extra whipped cream on top and don't ask for a cherry cause we gave them to the squirrels cause they're cute. My story continues... "Let's paint da Bus!" he said...cool, i said..Rok Bagget was an artist, we could do a wrap around montage all running together, what will be the display. My Brother Steve pitched in to pencil out a design and away we went: "Let's be Sargent Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" Cool. With the Sun rising in front, large as life band members on one side, the big long glove chasing Blue Meanies on the other side, and rainbows and butterflies on the back. We'll use the bright acrylics and do it up right. It'll be perfect for going back and forth to the University of Alabama down in Tuscaloosa. Better put a Jesus Saves bumper sticker on the back, just for insurance from being stopped by The Man. So we spent a creative weekend painting up Da Bus and had many an adventure traveling through the south in it. The story continues one spring weekend as we were making yet another journey from home to college in the righteously cool bus...
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    feels like a freaking funeral around here... It's just dead space thank you all from my heart for all the well wishes...you are all family... Grab some coffee...it's like this place goes to pot without a briver... If we don't get this jalopy movin soon, you all will be late for the shows! Sarge crank up the old juke box to 11...Puppers choice.... Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away. ....you are such a dog! Lazarus out....
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    Story time as we bounce along...."The Bugs", Chapter 1
    Good morning all. Rgrggrrr is taking a much needed break, the engine needs to cool, and the twins in back are getting restless. Before Rgrggrrr stepped off, he said I could tell you guys a story...well, he didn't say no, and matter of fact I didn't ask, but if I did, and he said yes, I could, but since i didn't and he didn't, he didn't actually say no, so that gives me a green light tell one anyway...This is entitled "The Bugs", so grab one of those croissants and the Java Joe and let's enjoy a bit of time together. Back in the Day as they say, in Northern Alabama, we had a grand time being newly minted hippies in a wild underground scene, running around trying to be cool and hip and bohemian all at the same time. It was the late 60's and early 70's, rock and roll was here to stay, Everything was happening allatonce. Long hair cropped up, tie-dye was being worn, and in the South, George Wallace and Lester Maddox were at odds with the new wave of more progressive thought. There were fabled stories of happenings out west and up north, little head-shops sprouting up here and there, it was scandalous and downright frightening to think about lighting up a dube in public. We were one false step away from a wrong turn and the law.Conservative society clashed with liberal youth, and the waning years of an unpopular war was still very real and present in everyone's mind. This Alabama boy was trying to sort it all out and hop on board the right bus...which way to turn, what to see, where to land; it was a time of turmoil, experimentation, joy and wonder for all of us who were coming of age at that time. In 1970 or so that bus took the shape of a brand spanking new Volkswagen camper bus, complete with a cool pop-up which belonged to my long haired red-head friend Brad. Just the vehicle we needed at the perfect time and place. In my family's driveway in Huntsville, in a nice middle class American subdivision, our story begins. I was 18 or 19 at the time, and Brad and I had a plan....
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Miss Katniss, Hello old friend, very good to see you once again.... Ballyhoo Baulderdash.....it's all talk..... Hope all is well in Chitown. Ba dus is chugging along and as you know, in the Spring a not so young man's fancy turns to.....well you know.... Dead.... Always room for another rider, coffee is on.....
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Prince. early announcement, but appears to be true The Doves are crying
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Say it ain't so Boo Boo buddy, but I fear you may be correct. Tonight we oughta party like its 1999 whilst we drive around in our Little Red Corvette in the Purple Rain.... Gonna miss that guy....freaky but genius... This one's for you sweet Prince, you sexy m.f. You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude.... Nothing compares 2 U!
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* sob * hang everything with purple paisley. this is what it sounds like when kats cry. * sob *
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Tears on my pillow..... Good night Irene, goodnight.... And you know who I mean.....
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Another musical genius gone. It's been a bad year thus far for music... Thinking of all of you - stay healthy and happy.
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Getting too old for this shit.... Still missing Jerry.....
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Been so long. I needed to stop by and just say hello. Meet up at the movies Wednesday, anybody else going? Perhaps a little SSDD website view along?
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hey all...not sure if I can make it...there is one right up the road in Grapevine Tx so it would be a shame if I can't make it. The show looks smokin'.
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In exactly 4 weeks the Boys will be playing in Indy! I can hardly wait! Let the summer tour begin Glad Dead & Co is going to kick things off with a free show where it all began... If you're going to San Francisco, make sure to wear some flowers in your hair...
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Hey now, the boys are sounding good! Caught the second set on a live stream and was not dissapointed. The guitar gods have shined on Mr. Mayer for sure. Sounded like Bob sang more this time around. All in all a nice little appetizer for the shows to come. Kick the tires and light the fires...dis dus is gearing up for Summer Tour!
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Wow, then he can channel Jerry's energy directly through the guitar. OMG Happy Memorial Day weekend to all the Daydreamers! Have fun and stay safe.
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So me n Sarge were rollin, well we always roll, on down the road and wouldn't you know it, a ducat to Noblesville miraculously appeared, a flight was found, a room was secured, a rental car provided. So our plans have been cosmically altered, Deer Creek or whatever the f*ck they renamed it these days look out.... rrrrrgrrrrr and Sgt. Pupper are IN DA HOUSE! Lil John make Jerry proud..... It's Sunshine Daydreamer Pic a nic V2.0 Kurt save room for a man and his trusty companion..... Good Golly Miss Holly..... Well you know just how the song goes..... I need a miracle every day!
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Looking forwarb to it for sure, as it sounbs like a righteous time will be hab by all...hey, stick out your thumd, heab to Inby, let's party together! Sarge, pass da Poupon, please...
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Noblesville Indiana I hope you are prepared.... Ba dus is locked and loaded.....Expect a visit from Norton, Ozark, Kurt, Devil's Friend and of course the one, the only, they broke the mold when they made her...what did you say Sarge? maybe that's a blessing? Play nice..... It's a bird, it's a plane, it's....it's, it's Donna? No it's...... ......Miami! We got some tunes, some smiles, some stories, some gin, some wine, some brews and of course Sarge will be packing an ample assortment of bones... Oh yeah, you can call me Ralph, I brive a dus... Sarge cue up some Thorogood....I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me..... 5 days and counting.... Ooooooohhhhhhhyeahhhhhhayyyyyyahhhhh!
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Like a bad golf shotLike a presidential term Like the surviving core Like the legs on Sgt Puppers Like the strings on Oteil's bass Like the hours we hope they play Like the seasons Like the winds Like the wheels on my dus 4 Days to Deer Creek
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Donna....they broke out Donna.... Hang on tight, it's gonna be a wild ride! Fore....we're playing through!
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Three French hensThree times a Lady Three of a kind Third time lucky Ramsey Lewis Trio Three lock box A triple play A hat trick A strikeout Three Amigos Trifecta Triceratops Tolkien trilogy Three caballeros Three men in a tub The Father, Son and Holy Ghost Three coins in a fountain The number of holes in a bowling ball Three legged race Three is a crowd The Three Musketeers A standard three leaf clover Three ring circus Three sheets to the wind Third times a charm Three little pigs Three minute egg Three penny opera Three card monte Three days of the condor Three ring binder A ménage a trois The number of days to Deer Creek "The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams and memories" Unknown Patch those sails and shine them rails....
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Dear old Mom: "I'm counting to three, and if you don't stop (insert crime here)I'm going to..." see you in three. g
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Liftoff Un Doux Trois Ready Steady...Go
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nyuk yuk yuk
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double troubledouble bagger double decker doubletalk doubleplay double down double time double bubble twins twofer two times one plus one twice two out of three ain't bad Tupac...fo Sho! twin peaks deuces wild Two of a kind folie a deux A nice pair.... patch those sails and shine them rails!!! 48 more hours.....monday, tuesday, hump day we're half way.... Look! Here come the mummies....
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And that's mighty fine in this book. Wheels up in 48 hours. Wheels down in Indy 3 hrs later and Ba Dus Briver is there for a high five and manly hug; partying ensues. Word on the street is that there is a show coming to town too!
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Oh man, the anticipation is rising! Got the OK to leave work early tomorrow so dis dus is leaving town in two shakes. Patching and Shining away....
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And sadly my friend, often the worst happens in 3's as well. Look no further than Orlando who has had the worst trifecta in the past 8 days imaginable :-(
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a singlesolo solitary One fine day once in a lifetime one uno dancing with myself alone one hitter Loner one more last chance unique one night stand one love....lets get together and feel alright... one on one I wanna play that game tonight hit me baby one more time.... so what are you waiting for, Mary climb in. Its a town full of losers, we're pulling out of here to win....
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...that's coming true... Once Upon a Time there was a band beyond description... Could this be real? we looked with amazement at each other... For music was filling the air, one more time... Once upon a time, and that time is now. Peace
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One Fine Day, until we meet again... Can hardly contain myself! See you lovely Daydreamers soon! There's a fire breather spewing magic in the air...will you be there?
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Ready to get dis dus on the road......open up them engines let em' roar...tearin' up the highway like a big ole dinosaur!
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Deer Creek was awesome.....weather, crowd, vibe, music, and Kurtaroo pic a nic 2.0.....regards to the fellow daydreamers from Ozark, Miami, Kurt009, Devils Friend, geoolddirtybastardmeister and yours truly... In my opinion, this meet up trumped FTW, I know, Phil wasn't there, yeah we didn't have 50 something at a picnic in Grant Park, and remember Trey was fake Jerry..... Now Mayer is the new fake Jerry...... The best part of the experience though......We got to connect, to know, appreciate, respect and bond with each other and that is priceless, then we celebrated in the music and basked in the afterglow.... ba dus is getting ready to roll on out....anyone going to shithole amphitheater in Camden, have a good show! After last night I didn't miss Jerry quite as much.... But I still really miss Jerry....
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Two Dollar Grilled Cheese Sandwiches are Alive and Well at 420 Shakedown Street" ...that's the headlines in the Daydreamer Daily SunShineNews Dead-a-Gram this morning.... From wheels down at 10:30 Friday morning to wheels up at 4:30 Saturday afternoon, this cub reporter had a grand time....and here-in-below in three dot journalism....here's my side of the story and maybe i'm sticking to it: Sir Richie provided the bookends, as he met me at the Hertz counter at arrival at one end...then fun ensued, and we and capped it off when we flew out from adjacent gates the next day, 15 minutes apart, lit up with a cold foaming glass of Indy's finest stout IPA for this reporter and perhaps a bit of those innocent clear shots of the top shelf stuff for ba Dus Briver Incognito; the daze and hours between numbered thirty, the stories ran six times sixty, and the memories, well, they will last this lifetime for sure... Kurt, thanks for hosting duties at the picnic...the bbq burgers and brats worked their magic, and the air was full of the aromas we would expect at a proper daydream reunion. Your smile was infectious, and your cooking skills will go down in history as off the chart. Ya done Good! The best is yet to come tho, as this is Kurt's backyard... Likey to Hike and Mattster aka Ozark provided the beauty to the group, as Matt came as an undercover insurance salesman, rocking the blue polo shirt...with the crew-cut and shades, he could look like your straight father who warned you of the dangers of the evil weed. Holly came as herself, which is why she was our shining beauty the whole time. ...during one exchange of stories from the elder set, aka Adam & Richie, I looked over to her basking in the sun with a smile and said, "A story a minute, it seems." She replied very nicely and succinctly, "Dead Lessons". Well played, Holly, well played. At the pic-a-nic Indy16 rolled along, Kurt at the briver's seat, five happy passengers, we ate, drank and Made Merry, and suddenly in the heat of the afternoon a cake magically appeared...with a very nice frosting overlay which looked exactly like Dead & Co's logo...all red white and blue from one side of the cake to the other with a lightening bolt in the middle...except it had "Happy Birthday Matt" written across the top. That was very appropriate, as it was the Ozarkster's 40th birthday..Happy Birthday you young fart! We proceeded to sing the Daydream Quintet popular song, "Happy Birthday Matt" and he succeeded in blowing out the candle, which was barely visible behind the cloud of mysterious sweet smelling smoke.... By the Way, Adam our devilsfriend brought up the serious Chicago Jewish perspective side of things, riding in on his steel sled direct from NW burbs of our last fine pic-a-nic...arriving around the perfect time at the hotel. His vehicular magic carpet doubled our flying capacity, and the plan was that he chariot-ed Richie and I chauffeured Kurt to the hotel and show and back and forth, with Matt and Holly running interference, her flashing her smile and Matt sporting the clean-cut straight look....we had squirreled away a parking pass for Matt and Holly, so the destination was easy...go to Kurt's, party hardy, head for the hotel at 4:20 and catch the ten dollar shuttle to front gate. That was our plan and we knew the security at the hotel kept the place locked down tight unless you had that magic pass. Anyhow, after BBQ, this cub recalls three waves of daydreamers heading off to the Cambria, our Castle next door to the venue...smiling and swinging and glad to be part of the grater clan of daydreamers with a mission: get to the show!...we discussed leaving, and 2/3 of our clan left as Kurt and I made busy with last minute clean-up tasks..Shortly, there after, all looked cool at Kurt's castle...did I tell you has has four knights who were safely with Madam MIL for the day, and a lovely wife at work? That being the case we cleared away any evidence of whatever could be held against him at a later time, spit shined everything. As we prepared to leave, I jumped in ba dus brivers seat to gamely get us there, hoping the roads wouldn't melt before hand...but as i fired up the afterburners on the Kia Rental, Kurt, having the venue in his backyard, casually leaned over and said to this cub-neophyte-perhaps-a-bit-giddy driver, "Let's go the Back Way". Now friends and neighbors, in any normal context those words conjure up frightening aspects of dangerous happenstances that would make anyone tremble with anticipation...in this case, seeing the twinkle in 009's eyes and re-assuring smile, it was an easy decision...sooo.. We did exactly that, heading out to the outskirts of Fishers directly to the side ripple of a small corner of Noblesville, bypassing the crowd of cars all jumbled together: Heads coming in from every direction...but nothing to slow us down but Fear and Loathing in Indy, geomeister style. Soon the Deer Creek amphitheater came into view, with the hotel looming on the horizon a mile distant...after executing a few deftly and perfectly timed turn here, turn here, cut left, veer right types of requests from our local laid back and very stoned 009 agent and extraordinary navigator, we waved our precious pass at security and were motioned through to safety. We had made the ten minute drive in just under twenty three minutes, all out in the countryside and very peaceful. After the high time at the picnic and those illegal smiles we had, the back way was timely tho, and perfect. Thanks 009! Meanwhile, our other two magic carpets, piloted by Holly and Adam, had to rely on their impersonal GPS guides and cellphone instructions so naturally they arrived fifteen minutes earlier and were already up up and away... See, there was this Plan A it seemed...and it was working: Hang at the hotel and do what Daydreamers do best, then onweird! What started as an innocent drink and smoke-athon, courtesy of nameless daydreamers...turned into a hour and a half story time session with the six of us in Adams and my spacious suite. Richie was catty-corner across the hall, and we had chosen...more like christened...our suite as Partyroom 420... To thwart the mighty owners of our fortress's archaic smoking rules, Ozark the 1st discovered you could open the back window a half foot max, and tuck behind the heavy curtain to puff away...the room looked over the roof top of the hotel restaurant and party patio four stories down...all we could see from our room was an pair of tennis shoe soles sticking out under the curtain...the folks on the patio waay down below however, and anyone else in rooms across the wing btw, could see a deadhead with beady bloodshot eyes peaking through the screen puffing out mysterious smoke with a familiar odor...and that worked real well, as did the gin and tonics, cold IPAs, Guinness draught and cold water Adam had thoughtfully provided in a convenient rolling ice-chest.... Stories were swapped from one side of the room to the other as the six of us celebrated more time together. The five others were treated to a minor fashion show as this cub reporter switched shirts three times in an effort to get that perfect look and feel for the evenings' future events. After a suitable chapter or three of stories, we headed back to the lobby..."Shuttle 10 Bucks, round trip" said the hotel concierge, so we slapped down our ten-spots and hopped aboard: six eager beaver bunnies and squirrels ready to pounce on a party and concert...and our fearless dus brivers from FTW got a rare chance to put their feet up and leave the briving to others. Twenty six of us road together, swinging and swaying, the six daydreamers and twenty strangers who just stopped to shake collective hands and ride merrily to da show... We drove around the colorful sea of folks walking, and as it got more colorful and populated we saw Shakedown in da distance...small white tents peaking up over the tops of the deadheads in and amongst the trees...and then the the tiptops of a huge carnival Shoreline-type tent...It was Deer Creek, rechristened the Clipclop Center or something foolish to support Corporate America...and Dead & Company were about to climb on and take us into the Musical Stratsosphere that Sunshiners Daydream about universally...it's getting Time For The Show!!! Six Daydreamers, sixty toes, all heading out for a real good time. We make our way off Ba Dus, thank and tip Bill ba driver profusely, and twirling, laughing, smiling, singing and dancing, we make our way to the base of the mass of dead head humanity...each of us looking in wonder of it all...the scene is alive and well...we give high fives,and pair off, knowing we will each have a high time with a buddy...and head our collective waves boldly going where we knew we had to go...through security and into the colorful carnival about to present itself in front of our twinkling eyes, expectant ears and oh so grateful hearts and spirits.... The Sunshine Daydream Pic-a-nic and Indy Reunion just an hour behind us...and new stories, new adventures, and yes, the Two Dollar Grilled Cheese Sanwich awaiting us...we forge on... That's my story, and I'm sticking to it...Chapter Two, "Da Show" to be penned by this reporter at a later time today...we're about to buckle off and ride this one: A roller-coaster into happy-land! ...Happy Father's Day to all you Mothers...talk to you in a bit... geoinwonderlandmeister
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Do us proud and kick our east coast asses with your western Daydreamers meet n greet in Boulder, we want names, specifics, details....we wanna know what y'all are wearing, when does Geeky jump out of that cake...ohh mama....hey Geeky you are worth much more that $1000 ;-) at least in my eyes..... when does Fonts pass out spreadsheets, and what's on them...inquiring minds need to know....the boys are hot...that is fo sho....and check out chat...we don't bite.... High to Pam!
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Okay – Looks like the Deer Creek Brigade of SSDDers ("the Six Pack") has set the bar and thrown down the gauntlet for documentation of future SSDDer soirees on the Summer Tour. I trust the Rocky Mountain Division will allow me to accept this challenge on their behalf – we're are anxious to chronicle our adventures at and around and above Folsom with competitive style and panache. But don't forget Geothemusicneverstoppedmeister, you've promised us us a "Da Show" installment! And surely Ozark's gonna lay some outasight pics of the Indy Odyssey on us over on our website! And maybe Holly and Adam and Kurt'll chime in. . . Remember any story worth telling is a story worth embellishing. . . In the meantime, are any SSDDers heading to any of the next few shows. (Where IS that spreadsheet?) Who'll be at BLT tomorrow? (the corporate renaming of venues is as confusing as everyone's avatars.) Inquiring heads want to know. Anyway, glad such a splendidly mindf-ing time was had by all in Indy. Onward Sunshine Daydreamers!
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Hey Rich, Just wanted to remind you that I can't text from up here in the hinterlands of west Texiz. No cell service. Nada! I know that's so "20th century", but I try to make up for it when I get out in "civilization".
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Don't forget your towel..as this restaurant and Dead show at the Indy corner of the universe is one that leans towards the self sufficient side... One more thing, Agent 009 had previously left nice "Welcome to Your 30-Hour Spaceship Home" gifts at our hotel. A suspicious aroma gently wafted out from one...maybe a hint of something that could create the illicit smile of song and lore...so Richie and this intrepid reporter carefully accepted said gifts and awaited the possession of our hotel room keys...upon receipt, we eagerly took the elevator to the top floor, worked our way through a maze of corridors, found our collective rooms...adjusted our tinfoil hats and opened the packages. It was no coincidence we were adjacent to room 420...mine was 418, and Sir dus Brivers was 419 as i said earlier, cattycorner and readily available for a stumble-athon. Fun ensued as we discovered our new digs and dug into our gift packages, but you'd have to buy us a cold one for that part of the story... Ok the show...Agent 009 and I strolled through Participation Row, a couple of vendor booths, found some cold ale on tap, discovered a tight ass front gate agent for the VIP lounge who said we have no more wrist bands available and are sold out. Burns, busts, bummers and ripoffs, thwarted from one of our goals. Kurt, being a local, took that as a challenge and said to the cute but stubborn guardian of the gate to cold beers and clean toilets, "Honey, you've got a whole bunch of wristbands on your arm, Shirley you cant be sold out quite yet..how bout we give you 20 apiece for a couple of those wristbands on the top...how does that sound". The little lady at the gate suddenly realized she had extras, and gladly handed us two wristbands to the coveted VIP inner sanctum...this reporter looked at her and said in his higher than a kite and quite amazed voice, "Did we just bribe you?" She smiled and said demurely, "Why no, you just bought a couple of passes, step right in".... We heard the crowd start a roar and knew a part of a band beyond description would be taking the stage, so we hustled to our seats...and the next part of the Sunshine Daydreamer story continues...
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you might get one more pre-show story first...and we all need a miracle of one type or another. Richie, our esteemed dus briver of FTW lore and a righteous part of this Indy six-pack, had an extra ticket and is fixin on helping out someone who is need of one... He is strolling through the crowd with Adam our fearless packer of all things cold and combustible, ready to go in, and he stumbles across this gentlemen in dire straits...Oh No! Richie says, and a Miracle ensued. Lest I forget the details, or get the gist a bit wrong I will leave that part of the story to Richie... Meanwhile, the band starts strumming and we hustle to the A flank of Indy's Deer Creek, somewhere in front and under the pavilion...the other 2/3 of the Daydreamer six-pack had staked out Sector B, smack dab in the middle...as our friends take the stage and start strumming.... The Dead and Company have started to Paint their Indy Deer Creek Masterpiece! Descriptions of such a Painting would be far beyond this cub reporter's skill level...suffice it to say that on the morrow, time may be taken to describe in such inadequate terms as can be mustered, the succeeding three plus hours of musical melodies... As the weekend edition of the Daydreamer Daily SunShineNews Dead-a-Gram goes to press, rest easy...for we know the music never stopped... in this case, has found a new foundation. A band that has jelled. A band that knows what it might be capable of doing. A band that hops on the carpet and floors it...the story will continue, as the music never ends...
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...but, I digress..... The whole Indy thing fell in my lap, after a little prodding from geopleasecometodeercreekmeister and the gentle persuasiveness of Devil's Friend, "don't be a pussy and just come to the f*cking show", a line right out of Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends and Influence People, I scored a ducat in sec. B row T under face, a last minute miracle, the elusive room at the Cambria, which by the way was sold out and overbooked and a promise of a ride from King George in his chariot, I took the plunge. But wait a minute....you know you make me wanna shout! Dammit, there I go digressing again....a few days before the show, a fellow head in da Buff calls and asks if I can use a two in sec B row N, same section and row as Miami n Ozark btw as he can not make the trip due to work commitments...and those tix are gratis, so who is this mongrel dog to pass up A Nice Pair...Adam unloads his seats, becomes my wingman in all things illegal, immoral and fattening in those kickass seats, 2 rows behind pit center stage... So here we are about to enter the gates of heaven and I still have one in sec. B row T, walking around the lot with Ozark and Devil's Friend by my side, I happen upon a middle aged stoner, joint in mouth glassy stare and drooling, my kind of folks, I ask quietly "who needs a ticket?' Looking up he asks "how much?" I reply that we can talk money later, so I whip it out....the ticket that is, show it to him, and say, my friend I have been blessed in life, isthmus be your lucky day, he takes one look and says c'mon is this real? These things don't really happen...I assure him it is real,it is spectacular and it is free, and you have been miracled...sticking my hand in my pants again...get your minds out of the gutter perverts, I produce a I need a miracle button, provided to me by geopartyfavorsuprememeister and hand that to him as well....he asks what he owes me, I ask for a manly hug and the opportunity to have Matt and Adam snap a few photos, and most importantly the promise that he would pay the act of kindness forward which he eagerly agreed to. He obliges as Likey to Hikey looks on in awe and endless wonder, whilst biting her lower lip and trembling with excitement she like what she sees. (Hoo hah said in my best Pacino) Turns out said miracle recipient is a professor, a PhD in English at the University of Memphis and shares my name, he is a Rich as well and at end of the festivities gives Ozark and Miami his business card which I used to later fire off an email to him along with a picture of our exchange courtesy of Adam... So Devil's Friend and I pregame with brews and some hippie lettuce as Miami and Ozark wander off to the merch table.... It's moments like this that drew me to the culture that I am proud to be just a small part of.... What was that Sarge? "I need a woman about twice my weight....ride her like a surfer, ride her on a tidal wave..." anyway, time to take old leg humper for his morning constitutional.... Happy Summer children! I NEED A MIRACLE EVERY DAY!!!!!
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...are there two Dr Richies an da house? What are the odds of a Doctor Richie giving a miracle to a Doctor Richie? What kind of cosmic confluences and alignments have to occur for one to fly in from New Yawk, and one to cruise up from Memphis, each wandering their separate ways through the maze in a daze and end up after much twirling around and folderol making, end up face to face ten minutes before showtime, one with an extra ticket and one needing a Miracle? Dr. Richie, meet Dr. Richie...we expect miracles every day...for the cosmic confluences that occur at a Dead show are the stuff of legend and lore, the odds are perfectly in your favor, and who else deserves it more, other than you or me? The show, back to the show...for the Band Beyond Description or this 2016 version of it is on stage and we are a twinkling away from the first chords to today's Masterpiece. Cub reporting being what it is, with the pay and all being at that nickle and dime side of things, this particular version of the evening can and will not be the studious chord-by-chord breakdown of the show...sure, I could say they started with Minglewood, which left half of us wondering what the hell the song was because we are new to the scene, one quarter of us saying I am too old to remember the name of this song, and the other quarter saying I am too high to care...sure I could start that way...but the pay isn't good enough for that... Monday morning's edition of the Daydreamer Daily SunShineNews Dead-a-Gram comes gratis, as the best things in life are free or very expensive...results may differ, void where prohibited, and not available in states ending in Why.... So we left the Minglewood Blues to those still outside, and merge into the left lane, step on the gas, and roar into Cumberland Blues territory. Did Bobby sing better than John? Who is driving, please take the wheel.... Somewhere in all this, someone had thoughtfully brought some of those hand rolled thingies that get passed around so we can all share the same germs and build up tolerance...and as this intrepid reporter looked, ten thousand little glowing joy sticks suddenly started being shared between like heads, no-one missing a beat, and now, suddenly, there were no strangers, only family, and the brotherhood and sisterhood could not have been stronger if it had developed in the womb...I'm rambling now...sorry... No Wait, that's the next song! Ramble On Rose! Finally, three songs in, every living soul cranks it up and sings along with the bouncing rubber ball in the Heavenlies..."Did you say your name was?!" ... Bobby is belting it out, John, Jeff and even Oteil gets to belting it out...and in rapid succession Black Throated Wind, then Geeky's song of all songs Althea and then this silly Sailor Saint of Circumstance ditty are presented to us by a damn good band. Not the GD with John, Jeff, etc, not Bobby and the Midnites, not some take off band with a substitute lead guitar player, and certainly not the band many heard last year. This is a new band...one who has nothing to prove, one born of all silly circumstances, from an off the wall invite to play on a Late Late Tonite show. Folks, it's the real McCoy, complete with Birkenstocks and pajama pants. We have, presented for all to marvel at and party with, a real live rock and roll band that isn't shy, isn't feeling its way, isn't trying to mimic something. It is a new force, and one to be reckoned with...and those in attendance in Indy certainly did get a treat...a music journey that started over here, and rapidly ascended to about that level, then leveled off and the wooossshhh off we go into the wild smokey blue yonder...the set closer left us right at the perfect spot, as Bobby said, "we'll be back in a bit"... Come to think of it, so will I... cheers, The Break, where-in we get to do all the hikey we likey to do, the Interludes and Outerlubes of Deer Creek, and Set Two, as well as the famous Two Dollar Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, the Lot...and a Golf Cart Ride too? Who ever heard of a golf cart ride at a Dead show...this ain't the Masters..but wait...go feed the parking meter of life, let out Puppers she hasta pee...and stay tuned for the noon edition....all will be explained...and if you're still reading, the answer is 42. ...and now, a word from our sponsor, "It Depends"