“but the train’s got its brakes on and the whistle is screaming…”

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.

Learn more from the Smithsonian Channel and the Duffy’s Cut Project.

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 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…

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Twitter Lyric Love!

Twitter Love: John Perry Barlow Lyrics

I remember the first time I heard the song “Estimated Prophet” though I didn’t know the name of the song. My friend, Renee, would always talk about a song called “Estimated Prophet” and how she never got to hear it enough when we went to shows. And then finally—at either a Bob Weir & Ratdog or Furthur or Splintered Sunlight tribute show, I heard that song and we danced like crazy. And after the show, I said to Renee:

“You know, I really like that reggae-type song. The one that’s like, ‘Don’t worry ’bout me, no.’ And she goes, ‘THAT’S ESTIMATED PROPHET!’ And I was all, ‘Oh my god, we love the same song!'”

The lyrics—of which my online persona “firewheelburnin” is taken from—were written by this man:

Source: dead.net

The music that I dance and go crazy to was written and played by this man:

Source: dead.net