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.

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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