First, Last, Everything

Just a heads up, Partial Refund info will be found on today or tomorrow. If the window for returns is small, don’t come bitching to me. The window to mail them in was much smaller and you had no problems with that at all… I’ll be sure to stay engaged in the issue until everyone that wants their refund gets their refund… I foresee ZERO problems with any of it…

Well, The first Throwback Thursday following the Fare Thee Well Weekends… What better way to celebrate than revisiting the first piece that appeared on my blog on January 13th? This one started it all and it’s funny to remember how much shit I caught from various folks after I published it. I don’t quite remember exactly when a lot of those folks turned into friends but somewhere along the way, most of them did. I hadn’t looked at it since January and and it definitely brought back some memories… Enjoy!!! Love Y’all MUCHO!!! This is officially my final post related to GD 50. I like when things come full circle so it seemed best to make the first one the last one and TBT seemed to make it an incredibly appropriate opportunity. We’ll see what happens in the future. Maybe Weir will hire me to write his book or I’ll get a job with Phish… Maybe I’ll just play shuffleboard in Sarasota for the rest of my days eating at early bird specials and mediocre buffets… Who knows???


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, honky?!”

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 from 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!!!

Dead Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)
Scott Allen’s Unofficial Biographer

4 thoughts on “Throw Back Thursday: My First… My Last… My Everything…

  1. David

    Dean, thanks again for your advocacy on our behalf regarding mail order refunds.


    As many of us suspected, there is no physical mailing address for the partial refund requests. Why does it matter and why is this different than mail order?

    SENDING IN: Lost money orders can be replaced or reimbursed. Lost commemorative tickets that are the ONLY proof of purchase acceptable to request a refund cannot. If lost in the mail, you are shit out of luck.

    SENDING BACK: Lost returned mail orders and/or lost issued concert tickets can also be replaced. Lost commemorative tickets that are sentimental mementos cannot. (The disclosure on the refund form reflecting that stating “not responsible for items lost in the mail” is particularly classic).

    I have front and back photocopies of each ticket. Why wouldn’t this be acceptable? All 12 tickets were overcharged nearly $1000. Why would I drop the original tickets in the US mail service and simply hope for the best? What is the FedEx option for sending and receiving our commemorative tickets?

    Again, this refund process is completely unlike the usual mail order process, so please avoid conflating these two events. They are not the same.

    It’s obvious that partial refunds are being discouraged and the process does little to protect our only evidence of purchase and to ensure return of mementos.

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