Monthly Archives: October 2015


Faster than a few cups of tea through grandma’s urinary tract! More powerful than herbal viagra at a whorehouse! Able to leap a crack in the sidewalk in a single bound! It’s a bird! It’s a plane…. It’s HalloWeir! Promotional pictures posted last week showed Weir has been training at Krispy Kreme for the upcoming tour and has acquired a stylist to manage his hair after being accused of combing it regularly with an egg beater since Garcia’s passing. While considering costumes for Halloween, Weir attempted to put on a pair of his old shorts. Unfortunately, it looked like somebody shrink wrapped a bag of half eaten plums in denim. The Superman costume was the next thing he tried on but wearing a spandex suit in your 70s is like taking a highlighter pen and marking every lipoma on your body. He decided to scrap the idea altogether when he acknowledged that he’s Bob Weir and that’s more than enough…

With Halloween officially here, hippies in and around New York City, both obvious and undercover, are filled with the excitement and anticipation of a 12 year old boy getting ready to feel a nipple for his first time since breastfeeding. It seems like when shows are on the horizon, the smile from others wearing pieces representative of our tribe, however subtle, bring about a smile and a nod that’s just a little bit bigger than it would be otherwise. Whether it’s a small Stealie on a pin or full psychedelic attire, nothing brings some warmth into a city that’s known for its coldness like the small moments of tribal recognition on the streets of Manhattan.

Being around Madison Square Garden this week has been similar to holding the hand of a woman in labor. The knowns as well as the unknowns create a sense of unrivaled expectations tied to the impending journey we’re all in the process of participating in. Like being with a woman in labor, you know something completely heavy is going down. You know the feelings of joy, nervousness coupled with unmatched waves of Love and support. New life is on the way and there’s no turning back. The spectrum of emotions that course through the souls of those connected to life’s greatest musical transformation society is nearly as exhilarating. Yes my friends, These are The Days of our lives!

It seems like I came off of the oxytocin laden experiences we all had in Santa Clara and Chicago just in time to get loaded up on that stuff all over again. After essentially taking the entire year off from life and any hope of adulting, the past few months have given me just enough time to reestablish my life, in order to crash it into the proverbial tree of complete irresponsibility all over again. I’d like to take this time to thank the members of the Grateful Dead, not named Garcia(I still refuse to say Core 4), for reminding me what it’s like to absolutely not give a shit about anything other than dancing to live music in dark arenas. As I personally experience this process of rebirth, I look to the new baby that will emerge from the stage a few short hours from now. We’re all intimately acquainted with the parents that are responsible for this baby. We’ve followed them around collectively for varying lengths of time over the past 50 years. The baby is the music that is born through the collaboration of the parents whom are now also the elders in our community, along with Oteil, Jeff “Can Somebody Turn Me The Fuck Up” Chimenti and John “Simba” Mayer. What will become of this baby? Will Simba push too hard and shit the bed? Will John attempt to make things happen instead of letting the musical phenomena occur naturally? Will he realize that he’s a vessel through which the experience can be amplified if he’s able to surrender along with the guys around him that have been surrendering to that same Mystical and Musical Force for 50 years?

The Force is that magical organizing intelligence that has been orchestrating the phenomenal soundtrack of our lives, in ways that are difficult to explain, since the beginning. The invisible yet entirely substantial substance that has driven the Mother ship of Magical Moments throughout time and space and from coast to coast, restructuring our ideologies and internal compasses so that they always point to Terrapin. Terrapin is our cultural Due North point in life. The Absolute zero on the compass that guides us to the realization and manifestation of all that we’re called to do and see and experience in this life when we’re fully surrendered to it. While it’s challenging in the flesh to travel that course with zero deviation, we learned through the years that the answer was always found in separating one’s self from the demands of the flesh and moving in communion with something that was found far above the level of a grounded and earthly experience. For many of us, the process required a few alterations in our chemistry before we could walk through the quagmire of limitations installed by a society that relies on all that is known by way of education as opposed to receiving our required enlightenment from the source that far exceeds the limits of the educated mind. As we followed the compass that always points to Terrapin, we were given the tools that were impossible to acquire through endless layers of scholastic programming and woke up to the fact that WE had direct access to the infinite intelligence of creation and the keys to the kingdom were accessible to all of US. At least that’s what happened for me… While in my humanity I have deviated from the path at times, I have never forgotten the things I’ve learned along the way and my internal compass always points to Terrapin. I’ve stayed the course as have most of you, regardless of the external circumstances that would attempt to guide me elsewhere. I would imagine John Mayer has been experiencing a crash course in all of that as of late. Even with a fresh new wardrobe of expensive Grateful Dead attire, he will continue to be stripped of his external shell and ego as the unstoppable combination of Compass Correcting Force removes all interference to the expression of the Organizing Intelligence creating the baby that we’re preparing to experience over the next couple of months. If Albany is any indication of what we can expect, we’re in for a tremendous couple of nights in The Big apple. What a weekend it is in The World’s Greatest City! Dead and Company at MSG, Phil and Friends up the road, The World Series in Long Island and one of the world’s greatest Marathons tomorrow. Ain’t no place I’d rather be!

The only question that remains is, will Taper Rob stream Dead and Company and Phil Shows at the same time? I wouldn’t put it past him.
Countdown to Lift Off my friends… See ya at The Garden!

Dead To The Core,

Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)

Dead and Co

For the second time this year, fans that bitched about the guitarist that was chosen by our favorite musicians were served with the official “Shut The Fuck Up” notice yesterday. This morning the only question that had to be answered was, “How does it feel having a musical hard on for a bonafide mainstream pop star?” October 29th is the day that Mayer became Mayor of Grateful Dead Land. There’s a few things I personally don’t like about him. He’s not old, he’s not fat, women absolutely love him, he gets to hang out with my favorite musicians, and he’s much better at life than I am… Other than that, we’re practically equals… It bothered me internally that I felt like he may be a better fit for the position than Trey. Women that are’t into grey hair and long balls are thrilled to have him in the band. When I say long balls, I’m not talking about The World Series either… Mayer is the new Weir. He’s doing for Dead and Company what Bob did for the Dead for decades. If Deadhead women wore underbritches, they’d probably throw them at John. There’s one thing we can definitely gather from Thursday night’s opening show in Albany and that’s THE BAND ALWAYS KNOWS BETTER THAN YOU DO!

There’s a reason why some players are big names because they’ve played with the members of the Dead and some were big players before they ever played with Dead members. The undeniable attribute that has put John where he is today is an abundance of musical creativity and pure talent. He seems better suited for the task than many guitarists that the fan base might favor. John’s contributions were tasteful and full of life. He added fuel to a fire that has burned brightly for 50 years. He wasn’t at all rushed in his approach to the music and seemed to let the moments come to him as opposed to trying to create moments. In doing so, many great moments were created. The more confident he gets in his role in this band, the more we all have to gain. I saw a blogger write that Mayer breathed new life into the The Dead but in all reality, The Dead breathed new life into Mayer. The Dead won’t likely acquire a bunch of new fans because John is playing with them but John will definitely acquire a bunch because he is playing with THEM. Either way, the music that was born through the experience last night was infused with passion and sounded fresh and clean. The potential for transformational experiences for a generation that wasn’t able to have their ears blessed and anointed by Garcia has entered the world of possibilities. That is a tremendous benefit for all of US.

Oteil is a bad motherfucker. Most of us knew that already but the evidence will be apparent to anybody that may not. If you’re looking to find somebody that can stand on Phil’s rug, there’s no better find than a brother like Oteil. He’s been immersed in the same family of folks we follow for a long time and his presence is extraordinary. We’re really blessed to have him handling the bass for this tour. If it can’t be Phil, Oteil is the next best choice in my opinion. He was powerful and prominent in the mix, unlike Jeff Chimenti, who once again was WAY TOO LOW IN THE MIX. If I’m not mistaken, Derek Featherstone, from UltraSound is the man at the helm of the soundboard for this tour. The same guy that was there for the Fare Thee Well Shows. You can be sure of a few things with him. First and foremost, the sound will be outstanding in all of the venues. He’s obviously a genius in the world of sound reinforcement. Secondly, you might not hear shit from Jeff all tour. Can somebody give Derek the Spring 90 CDs? Here is one of our favorite keyboard players, Jeff, playing a legendary instrument that belonged to his predecessors in Grateful Dead lineage, with amazing chops and a thorough knowledge of the material that can hardly be heard once again. I don’t know what the problem is with giving the keys the volume they deserve and require but it may continue to be a problem. They add so much power and authority to the experience when properly placed within the mix and in my opinion, they continue to be way too light. Go back and listen to Jeff solo on Franklin’s and tell me whether or not that should’ve been turned WAY UP! Imagine that solo at a volume similar to John’s guitar. By the reaction of the crowd, the moment was definitely appreciated and with some more volume on Jeff’s keys the roof would’ve been blown off of that place. Anybody else feel this way? Maybe it’s just me… What the hell do I know anyway? I’m just a hack…

Regardless, second sets that start with Sailor-> Saint, Help-> Slip-> Frank are always going to bring endless smiles and kickoff dance parties for the ages. That segment really nailed it for me except for the transition from Slipknot into Franklin’s. I’m not sure why that transition seems to have acquired a speed bump over the years but it definitely has. It suffered the same rough patch in Chicago. It’s still better than hearing something other than Franklin’s in that spot. As much as I love Weir, I’m not the biggest fan of his approach to some of the Garcia tunes. He’s always been an artist that’s utilized unique phrasing in his delivery of lyrics and it’s been great for all of us through the years. His phrasing on Jerry’s tunes doesn’t translate for me. Whether it’s intentionally sitting back in the song to purposely rush the lyric to its place or moving out in front to intentionally let the song catch up to the lyric, those things have always made Bob a brilliant and completely unique singer. It comes across as awkward to me on some of the Garcia tunes he sings. It seems almost as awkward for him as it does to me. I guess it’s just not very easy singing anything that Garcia once sang. If I was Dylan I’d probably put a few of my own songs away after Garcia got a hold of them. I know we’re just supposed to blow rays of sunshine up everyone’s O-Ring and there’s plenty of folks that hate any kind of critical statement pertaining to our favorite band but that’s my 2 cents. Even with his limited movement and paces of songs that have slowed down pretty dramatically, Weir has gained strength this year like I’ve never seen before. It’s awesome to watch.

While I’m at it, WE have a problem. What the hell is wrong with US? Has everybody forgot how to properly do the Not Fade Away chant at the end of the show? What an epic fail for US. We used to be STRONG and totally in unison. OUR chant would shake the house that we cheered it in. Last night’s NFA chant sounded like a bunch of overly medicated seniors trying to have a sing-along at a nursing home that involved a song nobody really knows. I expect a little more from US. We can’t chant worth shit since Jerry died. FUCK US for that piss poor chant that closed the show. I hope to hear US a little better in the shows to come. When the band leaves the stage, we don’t cheer for them, We take up the chant with complete conviction and we keep it up until they take the stage again. Last night’s chant fell apart quicker than Lamar Odom at a brothel. Listen to the recording and you’ll see what I mean. There was an attempt to get it back together but it was mediocre at best. We have plenty of shows to clean that up a little, we’ll try again tomorrow…

Overall I think the opening night in Albany sent a shock wave of increased expectations for the shows to come. It wasn’t perfect but it was explosive enough to let everyone know that there will be MANY Magical nights on this tour. Once these guys all get a little lubricated and connect with each other with increasing regularity, there are gonna be some moments that become so much bigger than the song, the singers and those being sung to. Any time Bob, Billy and Mickey are together, expect wild shit to go down! This band ROCKS!!! In and Out Of The Garden We’re Going! See ya at MSG!

Dead To The Core,

Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)
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