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Paid for an Amtrak trip to Oakland and beyond for the 86 February GD shows and as a bonus, Jerry Garcia acoustic show 2/28/86 at Marin Civic Center. Ghiradelli chocolate and dairy for the tradish stylie , carob and all boring vegan for the purists. (Or is it the other way around) So four kinds for the kindly kind folk milling around the Kaiser. (Looking for Henry Kaiser?)
“What was the use of having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about if I like or anything if I like but not there, there is no there there”
Gertrude Stein

“You can’t get there from here”
Unknown New England mountaineer

I had to “shake” my bootie outa there.
East & West

I was listening to and reading the liner notes of Garcia Live Vol. 1 this morning. This one's for you, KF...

Excerpt from David Gan's liner notes:

.....Some of the Oberheim work on this collection sounds a little tweaky for today's standards, but it was state of the art at the time. "The stuff I was doing had a lot of envelope" said Ahers. ("Envelope" is the contour of a musical note, expressed as ADSR: Attack, Decay, Sustain and Release. Each parameter can be programmed by the synthesist to create aural shapes far beyond the capabilities of ordinary mechanical instruments. Garcia used an envelope filter on his guitar sometimes, most noticeably on "Estimated Prophet" with the Dead and in a sweeter, gentler way on "Catfish John" in this set. An envelope filter doesn't control the envelope of a note - it tracks the volume envelope of the note as played and modifies the tone accordingly, this yields a characteristic quacking sound on the guitar).....

I enjoyed a treat few years (decades) ago. I had to call my wife to come pick me up. (Some folks and I were doing a drum circle).

She was a bit perturbed.

Keithfan, thank you for the story. Mmph myph whasss uup Imm trrrrr...

My preferred method. Takes some time...

I massively overdid it twice in my live.. once in college and once a couple years ago. I don't recommend this, but in my case it worked and I enjoyed every hallucinating minute of it.

As you were, back to your regularly scheduled Terrapin>Mind Left Body.

Keithfan, you gave me a great laugh. Thanks!

If you could call it that. My buddy was cooking his own edibles for sport before most people on the east coast knew it was a thing in the late 90s. Brownies were his specialty, but he tried everything at one time or another. And his goods were always better than any manufactured product I came across in later years.
No time for brownies? No problem - fried egg sandwiches - certainly not something that tasted good, and the first time he had a difficult time getting the measurements correct. We were flying by the time we got to Six Flags. After the first roller coaster we just flopped down on a bench, two experienced stoners trying to make speech work. After a half hour we managed to articulate the word McDonalds.
Standing up looked like a couple of dudes balancing on surf boards. The McDonalds line felt like a mile long, and after a few minutes neither of us dared to speak, as we were way too close to other people than the relative safety of the park bench; and besides, the only thing coming out of our mouths was muffled quotes from Fear & Loathing (shit about Bat Country and the like, which inevitably led to obscene fits of doubled over laughter). I took a swat at a bat and knocked a guy's entire food tray on the ground. I got my shit together enough to apologize and get my wallet out, but fuck me if I could count money at that point. I ended up fanning a bunch of bills in front of him like a hand of cards and let him take what he needed.
Neither of us dared to try verbal communication again while we were in that line....We finally got to the front and my buddy tried to order. The first sentence was a garbled mess, like a kid trying to speak with peanut butter in his mouth. "I'm sorry sir I can't understand you." But I understood him perfectly. So I stepped up to help and blurted out in a muffled voice "he said, is this not a reasonable place to park???"

My friend went to his first Dead show in Vegas, in 1992 (I joined him in Vegas for the 1993 shows), and as he was walking around his first Shakedown Street, he was offered a Ganja GooBall, which he purchased and consumed. But he later confessed that he SHOULD have nibbled it, rather than devouring it, as he was pretty wiped out for most of the show once the GooBall kicked in.

A few years ago I ate a TON of fried fish and French Fries at an all-you-can-eat fish fry before going to hear a GD cover band. Between the restaurant and the show, I ate a decent amount of THC chocolate. Five hours later I went to bed, thinking the chocolate was bunk.

But, lo and behold!--I woke up at 8:00 the next morning to coach my son's 10-year old basketball team, BAKED as all get out! :-O Thankfully there was another coach, who was WAY into the games (I enjoyed designing the practices, but couldn't care less about the games), so he took care of things while I sat with my coffee, staring at the gym floor, with the sounds of twenty basketballs careeeeeeeeneeeeeneeeening around my skull during warm-ups. The other coach (who became a good friend) commented that I looked a bit out of it. I told him a few years later just what was going on that morning. About 2:00 that afternoon I finally straightened out . . .

So now I'm always skeptical of edibles; smoke goes straight to work. But I've read since that eating too much, especially fatty foods, really delays the effects of the edibles.

....nope. wanted to post something cool, but I was denied.
I'd rather deal with the random massage parlor and get rich quick posts.
This site needs a new IT dept.

Their embedded lenks process is horseshit and does not work.