Monthly Archives: January 2016


One of the highlights of Dead & Company’s Fall Tour was spending the Halloween Show with Sam Cutler and his bride. One of the things we talked about was Sam being asked to play the role of Host on David Bowie’s upcoming Tour. Apparently, David was planning to move forward regardless of anything that was forecast for him or any condition he had been dealing with. He somehow kept this all pretty quiet.

I’ll never forget seeing Bowie at The Spectrum in Philly in 1983 on the Serious Moonlight Tour. I was awestruck by live music from that day forward. I was 13 years old… Nearly every night for a number of years I fell asleep with my Sony Walkman’s headphones on listening to either Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” or David Bowie’s “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars”. David Bowie broadened and illuminated my musical mind as a kid and I’ll never forget that. Some words in his honor and memory…

Stardust fell on Ziggy on a predetermined time
Another Rebel Rebel whose beauty was sublime
He played a role that rolled his way and knew just what to do
I rode my bike and sang aloud, “I’m happy, hope you’re happy too”
Transgenders found an idol that appeared with Siamese eyes
He comforted confusion with some space age lullabies
Stood atop the mountain without guilt, remorse or pity
Walked his Modern Love right down the streets of Suffragette City
He filled the world with so much stuff that only he/she could do
Somehow became an alligator and a mama-papa coming for you
To see him on a stage made all his lyrics come alive
That definitely weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
So many Ch Ch Changes seemed to mark his mark on life
He danced upon the razor’s edge and played upon the knife
Planet earth is blue today because your star ascended
Golden years remembered through tears at news your life had ended
You added color to our lives in shades we’d never seen
From Liza Jane to Blackstar and so many in between
All The Young Dudes will carry the news of musical treasure lost
Another legend leaves us as we mourn and count the cost
We forge ahead with gifts you gave remembering what you’d say
Under the serious moonlight we can be heroes for a day
You showed show biz how to show off something that was showy
This generation gets Lady Gaga, WE had DAVID FUCKIN BOWIE!!!
While you planned another tour the grim reaper had his plan
We’ll meet again but until then, Ohhh Wham Bam Thank You Man!

Planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do…


*photo provided by Eric Schwartz

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It was almost one year ago that The Official Home of Unofficial Grateful Dead and Music News was born. Almost an entire year since the ride of our lives began to take flight once again. It feels like WAY more time has gone by since then based on the amount of things that have happened for all of US. Here’s a look back at the beginning of it all. Our first GD 50 related post that kicked it all off. Enjoy!


The Interwebs are aglow this week after sparks of a Grateful Dead 50th Anniversary Tour or set of shows were just looking for enough gasoline to create a fire. It seems as though the rumors were once again given the traction they needed when unofficial Grateful Dead writer, Scott Allen, was the first on the scene pretending to know something about the future. Scott, whose most recent publication, AB2B has sold nearly 2,000 copies, reported last year from The Capitol Theater, in Port Chester, NY, that Phil was the last member of the Band to sign a contract agreeing to play The Lockn’ Festival for the reunion. Interestingly enough, Lockn tickets were scheduled to go on sale within weeks. Apparently the talk backstage that night involved drummer, Joe Russo, saying to some of the guys after meeting a middle aged female fan, “I’ll be Lockin that ass in my room later.”

It’s also been rumored that Scott is receiving a five figure salary from the Grand Poobah of today’s psychedelic scene, Peter Shapiro, for sniffing the strychnine and Metamucil farts out of the seats in the balcony following Phil and Friends’ performances. To Furthur accelerate the anticipation of things to come, Bob Weir was overheard at one of Sammy Hagar’s holiday parties saying, “If she asks me to do one more damn project around the house, I’m going back on the road. Doesn’t she know I’m Bob fuckin’ Weir?”

In his most recent post, the anniversary shows are now headed to Soldier Field in Chicago on 4th of July weekend and will feature a longtime fan favorite on guitar, Ginger from Gilligan’s Island.

As the reports began to spread faster than venereal diseases at Rainbow Gatherings, social network moderators policing the band’s devout fan base were attempting to calm the insanity and maintain some semblance of order. It seems as though the rumor mill turned into a ferris wheel regarding the guitarist that would sit in with the band. The word on the street is that guitar players will be rotating through the band quicker than blowjobs in the 80s.

While everybody began to know somebody that knows somebody it seems as though nobody knows anybody including this somebody. When I attempted to contact Bill Kreutzmann regarding the rumors he answered briefly by saying, “Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number? Go Fuck yourself you nobody, I’m Bill Kreutzmann DAMMIT!!!”

I attempted to reach Mickey as well but his representatives told me he was putting an end to global hunger through drumming or some kind of shit like that. When I asked if she could be more specific she replied, “Sure, call back after you go fuck yourself.”

The news created a shakeup on Wall Street as cheese futures made a dramatic upturn. When asked why he failed to get on board, Warren Buffett, no relation to Jimmy, stated he was unsure of the “juice” the Core 4 had within the jamming community and feared that aging fans most likely developed varying sensitivities to products containing lactose. Sales of Coleman camping stoves rose in direct proportion to cheese futures.

Problems continue to circulate about insurance policies which seems to be a wonderful scapegoat for what promises to be high dollar tickets. A large portion of the fan base, still living in their now deceased parents’ basements and wearing the same concert T they purchased at Barton Hall in ’77 call this move “unkind.” They also find it totally uncool that their Barton Hall shirt can now be purchased new at Walmart for under $8. When Phil was asked about ticket prices he replied, “Brutha gotta eat! And Jill don’t wear no Payless shoes, you hear me, homie?!”

With all the guessing and speculation, only one thing is certain, Phish fan and rail rider, Antelope Greg is already waiting on line to get in as we speak. Three elderly women and a maintenance worker have been elbowed already for infringing on his “space.”

Highly opinionated Dead Heads are calling for the death of anyone who attempts to even think about playing guitar. Bob is… still resting. Phil continues to give his donor rap to the exact same 1,800 people for the past decade. Internet message board police are removing antagonistic members quicker than Lindane shampoo removes pubic lice and me, Dean Sottile, I don’t know shit. The only member of the entire fan base to readily admit, I have no connections at all. Not a single damn one.

Stay Grateful My Friends… Love You Forever!!!

Dean Sottile
Scott Allen’s Unofficial Biographer