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Here's the place to talk about our departed loved ones -- friends, family members, tour buddies, and others we've lost along the way.
Ian Drury, Very good indeed!
Farewell IanSex'n'drugs'n rock'n'roll
Hit me with your rythm stick
A physically challenged maniac for the 80s.
RIP Ian
Ian Dury
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.
Yikes! Time warped again!
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.
Ian Dury movie
just about to be released 'Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll' the life of Ian Dury.
http://www.sex-drugs-rock-roll-thefilm.com/
thank ya, thank ya very much
today would have been the 75th birthday of elvis presley
He was the King !!
Yes Thank ya Thank ya very much !! Elvis has left the building .
David Bowie
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
don't forget robby krieger of the doors
i think yesterday was his b-day too!!
nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
J.D. Salinger dies at 91
“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
J.D.Salinger....
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.
salinger...
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
Catcher
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...
Howard Zinn (August 24, 1922 – January 27, 2010)
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
Yes,thanks to Howard Zinn...
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!!!!!
Same only different....
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.
eltortugatranquilo - very well put, thanks
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
R I P Ron McKernan: 3/8/73
Pigpen passed away at age 27, 37 years ago. Turn on your lovelight in his memory, will ya?Thanks, DL, for the reminder...
No Disrespect intended
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.
so sorry for your loss f4td,
May Ziggy's spirit walk with you always. Peace to you and yours.
nobody said this thread was just for humans
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.
That's the SPIRIT....
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....
You're right Johnman
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
Peter Nels Hasselbalch, November 4, 1960 to March 13, 2010.
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.
so sorry for your loss, Oroboros
sounds like a great guy. Condolences to his loved ones.
Howard Zinn
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.
Lincoln nebraska
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
KEITH JONES 1986-2010
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
RIP Alex Chilton
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
Jim Marshall
legendary photographer and even more legendary character about whom we all have many tales, passed away last night.
Franklin Mieuli
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.
Dread Fred
Any info about our good friend Dread Fred would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Dennis Hopper
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
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By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean.
Mark Twain
"whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
Gary Coleman, brain hemorrhage.
all who gave all they had
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
Rememberin' ....
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....
shoulda stopped in T-town
on your way home.....i'da offered ya a cookie!!
The 'not so magic bus'....
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....
ridin' the dog
can be inconvenient and oh, so, boring, but better that nuffin'!!
David Lunde
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
John Grantham
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
for Dad
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