“You don’t need your guns anymore…”

“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.


A poem for the last day of April

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.

“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/

Jack Kerouac: I’m still riding on the dream you left…

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…”

No, you didn’t see Jim Morrison’s penis…

…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.

“Won’t you please, oh, won’t you…Give me love…”

Image source: George’s Journal

Preserve the Dead: George Harrison (Feb 25, 1943 – Nov 29, 2001)

I was going to post “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth) but I’ve decided, instead, that My Sweet Lord is one of the few songs that completely opens my heart. No matter what injustices rage beyond the borders of my home and country—no matter how empty and hollow I feel about living on Earth…

This song fills me.

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.


“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.”