Chronicles of the Dead: I was buying coffee at Grateful Beans coffee truck on campus and there was a young man wearing a baseball cap with the Philly LOVE symbol–the O was a 13-point lightning bolt. There were also wings on the back. So, I smiled and said to him, “NFA.” He laughed and was like, “Cool! I don’t really know what that means. My friend makes these hats.” So I took him to school. Anyway, I also learned about a small jamband festival in Coatesville called Spring Scape that is apparently happening soon. #NFA
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/
RIP May 3, 1919 – Jan 27, 2014
“you don’t have to carry a Glock 9mm anymore.”- Ray Manzarek
I keep seeing posts and memorials for the Sandy Hook shootings last year—one of many tragedies that will always bother my soul. While I did learn to shoot, I don’t own any guns.
I’m reminded of a moment during my interview with Ray Manzarek last April when he alluded to a shooting death that also dominated the headlines. It came about as he was talking about his spirituality and hopes for humanity.
They say heat rises
I rise in the light. The fire outright.
I burn in your hand. Can you stand it?
In love and in fear—Can you hear my demands?
I’m calling the rain to put me out.
I’m cold in the same way. I’m told it’s a game we’re supposed play.
I’m old in the blue today.
I sold my heart to a bird of prey that flew away and turned into Sun…
And burned into One.
“…and therefore require a bit of adventure in their music. We were happy to supply that.”- Bob Weir of The Grateful Dead in Rolling Stone
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/
Preserve the Dead: Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969)
Listen to Jack’s vocal dance as he reads about The History of Bop.
“Thelonious, he was so weird, he wandered the twilight streets of Harlem in winter with no hat on his hair—sweating, blowing fog. In his head, he heard it all ringing. Often he heard whole choruses by Lester or Bird or Dizzy or Bags…”
…well, unless you were one of many random groupies—or Pam Courson or Patricia Kennealy. But if you were in Miami on March 1st, 1969, there was no penis to be seen.
March 1st is the anniversary of the fateful Miami concert at the Dinner Key Auditorium. You can read Ray Manzarek’s thoughts about it in my interview with him last year, as well as a nice story on the Houston Chronicle.
Preserve the Dead: 57 Irish Railroad Workers of Duffy’s Cut
…often I think of going up to some of ’em like say blonde ones with wild hair and torn shirts and say, “You oughta apply for the railroad it’s much easier work you don’t stand around the street all day and you get much more pay…”- Jack Kerouac, October in the Railroad Earth
What Kerouac’s story doesn’t tell, is the risk of death when you’re working in cholera-ridden, hostile-to-Irish territory. There’s a patch of land that silently holds a mass grave of Irish railroad workers—I pass it everyday on the Amtrak Keystone in between the Paoli and Exton train stations. It’s only just now—today—that I’ve learned some of the history behind this railway burial site. And I learned of it because a few good people bothered to preserve the dead.
One such person is Dan Leyden, who not only preserves the dead by singing in a Grateful Dead tribute band, Splintered Sunlight, but also preserves the dead by passing along the stories of the dead through song.