Pete Seeger: Every Voice is Important

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Image source: Parade

Now, if you have ever been to a Pete Seeger concert, you know that Pete Seeger expected you to sing along. The audience was his chorus, and it didn’t matter if you could sing or not. According to Pete Seeger, every voice was important.- “What Pete Seeger Taught Me” Michele C. Hollow, Parade: http://www.parade.com/member/michelechollow/

Source:http://www.parade.com/258093/michelechollow/what-pete-seeger-taught-me/

RIP May 3, 1919 – Jan 27, 2014

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“Anyone who sweats like that must be all right…”

Just some photos I took from the Melvin Seals & The JGB show last week in Philly. Check out my article on Tri State Indie if you’d like: http://www.tristateindie.com/2013/the-block-is-hot-melvin-seals-and-jgb-at-the-blockley-in-philly/

Eyes Across the World: 40-Year Anniversary of Eyes of the World

eyes acrossTonight at 11:30EST, there will be a happening. Tribute bands all around the world will play the Grateful Dead’s “Eyes of the World” to celebrate the 40th anniversary of when it was first played.

Join the movement at: Eyes Across the World on Facebook. See video and Annotated Lyrics by Robert Hunter below.

Right outside this lazy summer home
you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the World
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer
and he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him
that’s loaded with clay
and the seeds that were silent
all burst into bloom and decay

The night comes so quiet
and it’s close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no
particular way but our own

Sometimes we visit your country
and live in your home

Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own

Gay Deadheads: Pg. 223 of The Grateful Dead Reader

Everyone has a story. Learn it. Share it. Create your own.

It may not be something you think about on the regular but as a Black deadhead, I like to think of the Deadhead community as being open-minded and welcoming to all types of people. It would also be foolish to keep silent on the gay community and how it relates to the Grateful Dead since the band originated in San Fran-friggin-cisco!
grateful dead reader coverI mentioned this book earlier as a way to learn about Grateful Deadiquette at shows. You can also read the stories of gay deadheads.

Excerpt:

“I carried the secret of being a Deadhead into the work world and the gay world, and I felt that I carried the secret of being gay into the Grateful Dead world.”

The Other Ones: Part 5

Of course, my night would not have been complete without Splintered Sunlight igniting my soul by “comin’, comin’ comin’ around, comin’ around” and playing “The Other One“. (Please note: This photo is not of them playing “The Other One” because while they were playing the song, I was losing my fucking mind, dancing like a maenad and could not have snapped a photo during that insane moment.)

Splintered Sunlight at Abbey Bar

The Other Ones: Part 4

Jamal's 13-point Lightning Bolt. Original artwork by Owsley Stanley.

Jamal’s 13-point Lightning Bolt. Original artwork by Owsley Stanley.

I clicked a pic of a fellow deadhead’s lightning bolt tattoo—a piece of art originally designed by Owsley Stanley. But I never knew that it must have exactly 13-points. As always, I learned something new from my deadhead family.

The Other Ones: Part 3

And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, their minds remained unbended. He had to die, oh, you know he had to die.- Cryptical Envelopment, Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, and Bill Kreutzmann

So, during Splintered’s set break at Abbey Bar, I met an interesting Iranian fellow and we were just blabbing away about the Grateful Dead—how we discovered it, songs we love, how apparently Jerry Garcia resembles Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (this guy was dropping some serious knowledge), I told him I sang with Pure Jerry, etc.—and then it happened…

While I was describing the critical, cryptical moment that turned me onto the Grateful Dead and subsequently changed my life, he immediately knew, and sang perfectly, the magical guitar riff from the 2-11-69 Fillmore East show.

And I just lost my shit and screamed and jumped up and down. And then we both lost our shit and jumped up and down again during the Splintered second set when we heard “The Wheel”. And we just jumped up and down screaming, “THE WHEEL!”

Shenanigans.

The Other Ones: Part 2

It started on facebook…doesn’t it always? Totally spaced on a show until I saw it posted on the good ‘ol fb. Went to the event page and saw that a fellow deadhead needed a ride and lived closeby, so I went and picked him up.

“The bus came by and I got on. That’s when it all began.” – That’s It for the Other One, Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, and Bill Kreutzmann

Drove through the cold rain and snow and arrived at the ABC to a packed house. Met up with some folks I hadn’t seen in a while to dance and spill beer and get into some shenanigans.

Abbey Bar at ABC

The Other Ones: Part 1

There’s always a moment when you connect with a fellow deadhead and at that moment you know that The Grateful Dead family has been—and will always be—traveling with you across time and space for eternity. I had several of those moments last night when I went to see Splintered Sunlight at the Abbey Bar in the Appalachian Brewing Company in Harrisburg, Pa. More stories, photos, and music to come…

Grateful Deadheads

Bare Feet, Green Grass, and Dogs: A Hippie Paradise

From the 2012 Jammin for the Animals Music Festival and Benefit Concert. Read more about how you can preserve the dead by Celebrating Land and People.

Jammin for the Animals 2012