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All over the world airports are filled with strangers stopping strangers, just to shake their hands. Familiar Tribal Colors and patterns on those around us bring the memories of days gone by into the forefront of our minds. The journey to the world’s biggest Family Reunion in history is well underway. As the eyes of the Grateful Dead world all look to Chicago, you can actually see the exhaust being created in the air from human engines fueled by adrenaline. There’s been more foreplay leading up to this weekend than any group of humans have ever experienced, “See here how everything lead up to this day”.

Its been a long time since I was in a city that was completely taken over by Deadheads. I believe most people’s expectations are higher than they may have initially been after the Santa Clara Shows. The collective soul of all of us together in one place is every bit as powerful as the show itself. The band had an opportunity to work some things out musically as well as spiritually. For the first time in my personal history of music and travel, I’ve had an opportunity to get really close to people I’ve never met. Social Media has become the nervous system of Grateful Dead Land transferring information and connections that will soon be turned into the substance of physical encounters. Unknown revelations and opportunities for growth and healing await. Those without tickets are heading to their own mystical will call location, somewhere along the way, that was preordained long ago where someone that’s been a guardian of their pass for entry has preserved their ticket to be part of the biggest event in our family’s history! We’re ALL Getting In!!! Every Night!!! Somebody out there is packing up your tickets right now!!!

I have a few things I’m wishing for…

As the volume of the vibe in our community gets turned up considerably minute by minute, we can only hope the same can be said for the volume of Bruce Hornsby and Jeff Chimenti. If anyone on the inside is reading this, we like our Hammond sounds REALLY FUCKIN LOUD!!!!! Loud enough to actually create wind. I’m not sure what it sounds like at the stadium so maybe the mix I got from 2 nights of streaming isn’t entirely accurate compared to the live sound.

Am I the only one that wishes Mickey would drop the BBQ Brushes and mallets, pick up some sticks and give us just a few more runs across the Tom Toms with the power and authority that was an absolute trademark of his playing throughout the years? Those moments like the end of The Dew when he’d climb the whole ladder of sound with an otherworldly type of power that would resonate within our entire being… I’ve missed hearing that as much as almost anything to this point. We haven’t had a percussionist during 30 years of the Dead, we’ve always had 2 Drummers… He’s an absolute master of everything pertaining to his craft and I’ve followed all of it with tremendous interest but I sure have missed feeling Mickey’s power as he’s opted for a much more muted sound. I think the overall sound misses his prominence… Mickey, we can’t hear what you’re playing and we really want to!!!

My last wish is that you’d keep the set lists to yourselves. Some asshole is leaking them out. When in history did we ever know exactly what the Dead were gonna play before we ever walked into the show that night? I wonder if there was a time in history when the band even knew the answer to that question… Can you do a better job keeping that shit from getting out? Is there anyone that really wants to know what they’re going to play in advance? Unfortunately, like car accidents on the road, it’s almost impossible not to look once it’s within sight. No need for that shit to get leaked and that could be pretty easily prevented.

Regardless, I look forward to sharing in the moments with all of you. The GD 50 Experience has already been more to me than I ever could have imagined. The principles of tension and release have existed for a long time. I look forward to the overall tension in the community finding the ultimate release through the celebration of our lives through music this weekend. A song has its moments of tension, confusion and the gradual growing of the chaos that builds towards that moment of release that hinges on a single note. That note is like a needle that pierces through the shell that has contained the force of built up ecstasy, allowing it to be completely released. We’re all at that point together. This song has been building for months now and the inevitable and impending release is right here… Right Now… The City is prepared, the Band is prepared and I know we’re as prepared as we’ve ever been… The circus is filing into town in massive numbers… Love lights are fully turned on and turned up… It’s almost as if the air is breathing itself in… We’re prepared to share as many laughs as we will tears… Every step on the emotional spectrum will be fully and thoroughly experienced in the days to come… There’s no more “This Could Be The Last Time” because this time, it really is… I’ll meet you at the Jubilee…

Dead To The Core,

Dean

Fare Thee Well Preparation Video!!!

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Companies and small business scattered throughout the country today will be dealing with more absences and productivity issues than they have since July of 95. As an east coaster with kids, the last time I was up this late two nights in a row, I was boarding up the windows of my house from the inside during narcotic binges in 1993. For anyone that has said The Dead should do a full tour, do yourself a favor and assess how you feel physically right about now. Then, add 20 or 30 years of age and you’ll understand why that’s not such a wise idea. Sure, I know The Stones are doing it but I think they go into little pods in between shows where they’re kept like valuable, collectible figurines and transported to the next venue. I don’t know, maybe if I cleared a few million this weekend, I wouldn’t be looking for a blend of coffee that contained speed.

With the first weekend of Fare Thee Well in the books, we’re left with a few dominant thoughts. The first one is clearly, “Could you imagine those friggin set lists with Garcia????” Following night one, all I could think about was the sound of Garcia hitting the low notes way up by the top of the neck of Tiger. Something about the way he rode the low notes that grabbed my entire physiology and moved it from the inside out. He could take a bunch of those low notes, put em together and make it sound like he was wrapping a rope filled with joy around my mind, tightening it up and moving me exactly where he wanted to move me. You know who can do that a lot like Garcia??? Absolutely nobody… The thought of his sweet weathered voice emerging from the sound of Viola along with that Jam that consists of those low notes like only he could play em… That’s what makes me shed a tear…

Probably the most refreshing theme of the weekend was everybody finally shutting up about Trey. He earned his place in that spotlight by creating a huge community of his own, all while never attempting to mimic the Master. In my opinion, that light was far too bright for most and nobody had to endure more unwarranted bullshit in the months leading up to this as he did. The only redeeming quality of the disaster that was “He’s Gone” last night was the absolute happiness on Trey’s face while he paid homage to Garcia by riding the low strings in hesitant time regardless of the song that was falling apart around him. His happiness as he sang the lines that have given birth to mantras and millions of bumper stickers over the years was amazing. Bruce was trying like hell to save that moment too.

If you want to know why this whole piece is centered around the biggest mishap of the weekend, I’ll tell you. My 2 favorite things about The Grateful Dead have always been Garcia and Garcia. While that may be true, I was just kidding… My 2 favorite things have always been the moments when they were so connected to that great unknown force that moved them that every note, every sound, every piece of complete silence, were ALL in the perfect place! Those moments became as much a part of our neurologic make up as our mother’s voice. My second favorite thing were the moments that absolutely fell apart as we watched the incredible transformation machine of our life experience crash in front of all of us during moments that didn’t quite work out. The only thing that brought cheers as loud as a perfect Morning Dew crescendo were the moments when the words or the song being played were completely forgotten. We could all completely relate to falling apart in front of thousands of people as many of us stopped traffic on numerous occasions when we were forced to push our broken down buses out of parking lots or into rest areas and gas stations. Our heroes are human and even though they ran like a well oiled machine for long stretches of time and on some nights sounded so tight you could only smile at the stranger next to you and say “HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!!!” The moments when it all didn’t work out quite right were just as endearing.

In Bill’s book he said The Grateful Dead put all they had on risky chances as opposed to sure bets, every time. Because of that, we’ve been treated to the most magical and insightful experiences in musical history. Our minds and lifestyles were crafted accordingly and because of that, 50 years later we either pay homage by living what we learned or as the years slip by we lose sight of what we were and become what the cynical and deceptive world around us is constantly attempting to make us. The choice is always yours and yours alone. You don’t have to tell us what choice you’ve made, it’s obvious to those with opened eyes. Those that scream CASH are typically those without it… Those that scream FUCK YOU are typically fucked up themselves. Those that do nothing but try to shit on every moment are typically people that are helplessly stuck in their own shit. What we were supposed to learn from that all these years was to become an absolute Beacon of Love and hope in our worlds wherever those worlds may be. Our mission is to bring more joy and compassion into every interaction and environment we’re called to be a part of from day to day. It’s my responsibility to leave a trail of laughter in my path. It’s not my responsibility to make sure everybody knows what I mean our how I mean it when I say something, It’s my responsibility to know exactly what and how I mean it in my own heart and hopefully do so without being mean. Know what I mean?

He’s Gone falling apart last night was as perfect as it could’ve been. It really represented what’s happened to so many people in our community since Garcia left. The music has always been the ultimate mirror that we’ve been required to look at while honestly evaluating the condition of our own souls. It’s no different for those making the music than it is for those listening to it. Since He’s Gone, a lot of things have fallen apart. Since He’s Gone, a lot of people, including his closest friends, that used to stick together, completely fell apart. Interestingly enough, those that had nothing to do with it also seemed to be the ones that helped keep the moment together. Since He’s Gone, some people have found reasons to Smile, Smile, Smile while others have become rats in a drain ditch. Since He’s Gone, some have continued to move through life utilizing the finer things that he gave us while others have just fallen apart. Regardless of where you fall on that spectrum there’s one thing we all have been witness to. Since He’s Gone, a lot of things completely fell apart. All of those guys on the stage last night participated in their own ways contributing to how everything fell apart. The emotional health of those at the center of our community has always had a tremendous effect on the whole. The more Garcia came unglued, The more the entire scene around us came unglued. There may have been nothing more appropriate last night than He’s Gone falling apart. Sometimes things can’t be repaired until they’re completely taken apart. That moment for me was the most significant moment of the weekend. It said more than any other moment could. From that moment we can all take a look at what we’ve become since He’s Gone and move forward in a manner that brings honor to the memory. Since He’s Gone fell apart last night I feel like everything and everyone came MUCH closer together… If you want song by song coverage, read somebody else’s stuff…

Can’t wait to see y’all in Chicago!!!

Dead To The Core,

Dean