Monthly Archives: March 2016


After a break from the scene and writing, that included a week of Senoircize water aerobics in Sarasota with Bill Walton, Agnes and Pearl, it was great to be at The Cap Center last night for the finest of Friends that Phil has. For anyone that missed the coverage of my vacation, it was definitely highlighted by everyone’s favorite Deadhead, Bill Walton, joining myself and some golden oldies training for Summer Tour in a pool on Lido Beach.


There’s no better way to get immersed in the scene again than spending a night at the Cap with The Q. I walked into the Cap about the same time the band walked onto the stage and the vibration inside the building could be felt for miles outside of it. If you haven’t been to The Cap, you should really get there at some point. The Staff is friendly and helpful and the place is covered in all things Dead. Shapiro has done a great job revitalizing a historic venue and preserving its overall character while infusing the place with the latest and greatest audio and visual accoutrements available. House sound and lighting is fantastic as is the overall emotional volume of the environment. Not only has The Cap been revitalized but its presence has revitalized Port Chester since it reopened as a live music venue in 2012.

I got a text from Peter to see Liz at The Box Office. We were heading to the Shap Cave beneath the Cap. In a scene right out of Spinal Tap, Liz and I walked up and down stairways, knocked on several different doors and continued walking in circles trying to find the hidden lair. After a couple of trips we ultimately made our way to the bunker that sits somewhere beneath the earth and below the stage equipped with a big ass fish tank and everything else you’d expect from the Ultimate Man Cave. The night kicked off with plenty of laughs and had all the makings for a great time with some of our favorite musicians.

On with the show! Phil’s 54th show at The Cap started just like the prior 53 with a jam that kinda beats the dust out of the carpet and helps us older folks in the crowd limber up a little. There’s always the handful of folks that are so high they do rigorous and unorthodox stretching routines for 30 minutes prior to the lights going out, but most of us need a few minutes to get a little loose. Like the other 53 the jam went essentially nowhere but Mr. Fantasy arose from it. From that point forward it was a night that was dominated by Warren. Personally, I think Warren is the most soulful artist of his generation. His voice is rich and seems to come from a well that’s much deeper than most. He’s able to sit back in a tune and never gets caught too far behind it and sure as hell wont get too far out in front of it. That’s one of my favorite qualities that Garcia completely owned and that Warren delivers naturally as well. I can’t understand for the life of me why anybody that loves music and artistry wouldn’t love Warren. His talent is like few that came out of his generation. The minute he hits a note or sings a single word there’s no doubt it’s Warren. I would encourage everybody to get to the Jerry Symphonic this Summer. I assure you that Warren as well as the entire experience will FAR exceed your expectations. It certainly did mine. See y’all in Central Park on the 8th! One thing about Warren, he doesn’t smile much up there… Looks like he’s fixin to kick an ass most of the time.

It made me happy to see Phil looking tremendous. Everyone is aware of his recent challenges, but he definitely seems to be strong, healthy and exuded joy. I hope I can be that cool at 76. There’s something about most musicians that just keep them a little cooler than everybody else regardless of their years. The biggest gift one can have in life is to spend it expressing your gifts while being fortunate enough to make an incredible living doing so. Ahhhhh if we could all be Rock Stars…

Chinacat was up next and Chinacat without Rider is like Help->Slipknot without Franklin’s to me. They’re always better together than not. The only exception I can think of was Help->Slip->Fire in Boston ’91. I always wished they would’ve done Scarlet->Franklin’s the last night in Boston. Incredible to be talking about all that 25 years later. Regardless, the music rolled on and sounded tight and inspired.

Passenger was one my favorite unexpected tunes at Soldier Field and I Loved hearing it last night. Cosmic Charlie is a long time favorite and was among the highlights of the night for me. Songs with lyrics like “Dum de dum de do da lee do” and “Calliope wail like a seaside zoo” are destined for greatness. The first set succeeded in providing an ideal environment for intermission. The energy was high and filled with hope, love and great expectations of what was to come.

Any time Mason’s Children opens up a set, people’s Happy Meters are gonna be in the red zone. We were all there for sure. Mountains of The Moon gave everybody a chance to catch their breath. That’s all I’m gonna say about that. There was a Mountain Jam that found its way in there at some point that was great. Well worth a listen. Night of 1000 Stars got us all moving again and The Other One began the musical haul to an outstanding finish. I absolutely love Jimmy Herring and he shredded through the Other One in ferocious fashion. It was one of those moments that my mind became so completely filled with sound and notes that there was almost no room left for any more unless it was able to expand. Those are the moments that our minds truly begin to expand accordingly.

Rob Barraco has to be the happiest musician I’ve ever seen. I’ve been watching him since ’89 or ’90 in different Dead related bands and that brother just brings happiness with him every single night. Truly an exceptional quality that matches his talent and contributions. Molo was beating the shit out of his kit and started getting that menacing look about him. He can go full alien sometimes. I’ve actually seen the shape of his head change while he’s playing and I don’t use drugs. That shit really happens. He can go full alien cranium when he gets deep into it.

The Other One jam was full of Dark Star sounds and I imagine those were like labor pains that will be satisfied by the birth of the Dark Star tonight. Cryptical is always a great way to exit The Other One. Immediately following Cryptical, Warren fired the first 2 notes of St Stephen. It seemed like nobody else was ready for take off. After a pause and some discussion among the band, St Stephen eventually took flight. For those that may have wondered why people in the boxes are never really dancing, there’s a “No standing” rule in them. When one sees a rule like that, one has to wonder how many people ended up falling over the low rail before the law was put into place. It’s a lot like those street signs in the mountains that warn you of a sharp turn. You have to wonder what prompted the posting of that sign. Anyway, I danced as hard as a person can dance while sitting. The wave continued to build as we all rose on the incredible surge that continued to build upon itself. Neurons in the brain started going off in groups of a thousand moment by moment. The Stephen was great and fell comfortably into a raging Midnight Hour led by Warren to top off the second set.

When the world’s most grateful organ recipient came out to honor Cody and do the donor rap, he received one of the most gratitude filled ovations I’ve heard. Having him with us is more and more precious as time moves on. Every night his bass passes through our souls is one show closer to the last one we’ll see. That could be said even of the first Warlocks show but as we all see the years piling up, the meaning inherent in each and very show gets deeper and deeper. I’m endlessly blessed to have been born in a time and place where I was able to participate in the last 30+ years of the greatest musical journey that history will ever hold. I believe we still have many more to come but I sincerely treasure every single minute that’s spent in a room with Bob, Bill, Mickey and Phil more now than ever. As I contemplated those thoughts, The Days Between encore made perfect sense. The journey… The climb… The Rise… The Fall… The Rebirth… The Reflection… Like most of what Hunter has written, its meaning becomes increasingly more profound daily.

For me, The Q is by far my favorite collaboration that Phil has ever put together. Those guys when playing together don’t require Phil to orchestrate changes in direction or in parts of a song. They all read each other innately and, without looking at one another, continue moving down the path. The connection doesn’t require anybody directing traffic as all parts come together as expected regardless of the route that’s taken to get there. When the Q is firing on all cylinders it’s one of the finer experiences available within the realm of GD offshoots. I hope there’s more of them in the future! See y’all on The Golden Road!

Love You Forever!!!

Dead To The Core,
Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)

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