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Is it safe to come out yet??? I mean, the world of antisocial media has been a battlefield for a few months. All of my favorite folks suddenly became Political Science majors and my newsfeed has been taken over by prophecies of the apocalypse. Some of the same people that needed a gofundme page to get their 1984 Chevy Van fixed suddenly have all the answers on how to repair the nation’s economy. Folks that can’t get along with their own family and friends have all the answers about how to get along with the rest of the world. It seemed as if overnight, people started trusting at least one side of the government. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never trusted either side. Back in my days on full-time tour, I thought everybody was potentially part of “Operation Dead End” and didn’t exchange much significant information or talk too much with anybody. I was certain the government was trying to listen to my phone calls or watch me through the peephole of my hotel room door. Maybe via a camera that was in the wall behind a cheap painting or a mirror. From ’85 on, I looked behind every picture that hung on a hotel wall and immediately put tape over the peephole upon check in. Any time a helicopter flew by, I was worried it was taking thermographic pictures of the grow house. Glad I made it through those days. I still don’t trust the government tho… None of em… I’d like to welcome all the Russian Hackers and spam artists that signed up for my blog in the past few months as well. I’m not sure what you’re expecting to find here but Good Luck! I’m cleaner than a newborn’s breath.

The thing that bothers me most nowadays is that jokes aren’t allowed anymore. Mama Mia… Make a comment about a person that happens to be female and you’re sexist/misogynist. Make a comment about somebody that isn’t white or republican and you’re the enemy of the Liberal universe. Seems like Donald “The Tangerine Latrine” Trump has messed up everybody’s ability to laugh about anything. I spent a few months in retirement just playing shuffleboard, getting fat and being accused of all kinds things I’ve never been. Dead & Company Tour can’t come soon enough.

After months of dealing with the constant barrage of toxicity, vacation couldn’t have come soon enough. The family headed to Florida’s west coast for a little R & R. If you’re ever visiting the Sarasota area, The Sunday night Drum Circle on Siesta Key is a must. It goes down around the same time as the sun and has to be one of the best drum circles in the world. It’s not that noise you might get from a few spun out wooks in a parking lot somewhere. It’s something very special.  I highly recommend you make it there when you can if you haven’t already. It was an extremely cleansing way to kick off a great vacation.

Upon my return, I’d like to thank Steve Silberman, for hooking me up with a ticket to a partial preview of The Long Strange Trip. It was a pleasure experiencing the preview with Steve and he’s a beautiful soul. As an aside, DO NOT attempt to make any jokes on Steve’s FB page… I made a comment about Angela Merkel not being the warmest human being ever born and was immediately shot at like I was a gay deer on a Radical Islamic hunting trip. It’s not my fault that folks from Germany aren’t known for their inner warmth.  I said her personality was “colder than a penguin’s asshole” but those of you that really know me, know I didn’t mean much by it. You would have thought I pimp slapped Mother Teresa while she was feeding orphans. The last time I came across that many irritated asses, I was at a Montezuma wing at a Mexican hospital.  I’m done hiding because folks are aggravated. I Love everybody and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. Y’all are free to say whatever you want, so am I. I won’t stop caring about you if we don’t agree.

Let’s move on from there… The Sneak Peak of The Long Stange Trip was exactly what we all need about now. I personally wish it would’ve been released a little earlier with a few Dead & Company dates in late Winter or early Spring. Folks really need an escape from their TVs and 24-hour news channels about now. The movie is a masterpiece that gives US everything most of US want. More Garcia! While I’ll attempt to refrain from giving too much away, the first 30 minutes revolve pretty heavily on Jerry. It’s a half hour before you get the first segment with someone other than Garcia with a clip from Phil. As nice as Phil’s clip was, I was looking forward to the next clip with Garcia. I prefer most of my Dead experiences to be as Jerrycentric as possible. If you do too, you’ll be extremely happy with this film.

The film is brilliantly put together and the seeds that are dropped early on seem to grow steadily and are found sprouting throughout the various scenes and segments as it moves along. One of the things that is most impressive to me is the amount of high-quality video that obviously exists that we haven’t seen yet. You’ll be amazed by the footage from shows and events that we’ve all heard, read about or experienced but never knew were filmed. It leaves you wondering how much exists beyond the boundaries of this film and if or when we’ll get to see more. One of the things I miss most from GDP is the View From The Vault series. It’s wonderful to hear the releases as they trickle out but for me, watching Garcia and everyone else play while I listen is something I definitely crave more. What do you say GDP? How about getting some more Views From The Vault out?

One of my favorite clips from the movie was a brief piece about Robert Hunter. I won’t ruin it for you but when you see the movie, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about! Hunter isn’t nearly as interested in participating in our world as we are to have him participate. It’s definitely something I admire about him. He’s had little desire to be seen much over the years. Even less since Garcia’s passing. He’s not interested in helping you figure out what he meant by his writing and songs and one might assume, even if you seemed to have a little insight, he would likely refuse to confirm or agree with you regardless. He might even change his own mind about what he meant just to make sure you’re not right. I love that and what I love most is that he probably wouldn’t give a shit if anybody loved it or not.

The next segment of the film could aptly be named, “The Life And Times Of Steve Silberman”. Steve plays a pretty big role in talking about US. The community of Deadheads and our view of the scene. He articulates our collective feelings and experiences in a profound and meaningful manner. I’m certain that his commentary will ring true with those that are reading this. In the segment that revolves around US, you’ll feel like you know or at least have seen everybody that’s been captured on film. There’s a small piece about Tapers that I appreciated as someone that spent 2 years as one of them. Weir comments about how tapers just showed up and business people have talked about how smart of a marketing move it was to let people tape the shows. He said they had 2 choices, be the police or let them tape. They didn’t want to be the police so they just let it go.  I guess they became brilliant marketers by just refusing to create more rules that would limit the freedom that was always a hallmark of the experience. Another segment that really stood out was a young lady talking to someone with a video camera that will remind you of all of the incredible, charismatic, snarky and intelligent DeadHead women you’ve known throughout the years. You’ll know her when you see her and you’ll love her to pieces!

The Long Strange Trip movie is exactly like The Long Strange Trip we’ve been on. The number of moments that command your attention occurs so often that seeing the film more than a dozen times won’t be uncommon. I had the feeling as I was watching that it was impossible to take it all in at once. The only times the smile was removed from my face were the moments it was replaced by a few tears. The movie captures the emotion that’s at the center of our experiences and passes it on in a way that makes an hour feel like a fraction of that time which is good since the film is over 4 hours long. Just like our experiences on tour, there are countless moments in the movie that will drive commentary about it for years to come.

In the post-viewing Q&A, Amir said the film was acquired by Amazon because of DeadHeads in high places there. He said there would most likely be opportunities to view the film on the big screen around the time of its release and that events were being planned by Amazon in order to do so. I believe some of them have already been announced. A film this big definitely should be experienced on THE Big Screen! I’ll be sure to take advantage of that in the NYC area. Aside from FTW and the emergence of Dead & Company, this will definitely be the best thing to come out of our community in a long, long time. See ya at the movies in late May!

Dead & Company will be firing up their rehearsal sessions in a week or two and we’ll be seeing shows together again before ya know it!  There will be some exciting news to report between now and then and I’m not responsible for letting you know what’s fake and what’s not. You’ll have to figure that out on your own.

For those of you that dig The Blues, my cousin Bobby Messano has a new CD out. Cuz is KILLIN it on the Blues charts with this one. I’m glad he’s taken a rough stretch of time in the life of the planet, as well as his own to create this work of art.  This CD might blow up huge for him after 40 years in the business. You can check it out along with Tour Dates at http://www.bobbymessano.com/ His live shows are definitely geared toward the jamband crowd with solos and improv jams taking songs deeper. Maybe he’ll get to play Lockn or one of our Festivals some day. He’ll be touring extensively in the months to come, if you see him on the road, tell him I sent ya! He’ll sign a block of government cheese or a tortilla for ya!

I’ll be posting a lot of stuff via https://fans.com which is similar to FB without everyone bitching about the government. Check it out if you haven’t already.

Talk to y’all soon!

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

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I just got my kids off to camp… I woke up with sludge coming out of my eyes that I assume is some of my brain that never returned to a solid state after last night’s liquefication. The only substantial problem with “Never Miss A Sunday Show” is always Monday morning. If I inhale through my congested nose hard enough, I can actually see the top of my head succumb to the pressure differential and flatten out. It doesn’t seem to be a problem since the flat spot goes away as soon as I reverse the pressure by blowing my nose… I did it all from the comfort of my own living room and still feel like a speed bump on a busy road.

Enough about that, Dead & Company continued its relentless run around the country with another night of mind-melting material. Apparently part of the energy that contributed to the power of the event was the addition of my friend, Allison Moseley. A Holy Ghost filled Mama with dreadlocks and smiles for miles was asked to sing Donna parts but humbly declined. It’s rumored that Unicorns have tattoos of Allison’s face on their calves. The stage was set for another night of musical acrobatics and our favorite musicians were well prepared to deliver the goods. Apparently, Mayer auditioned for a remake of “Joanie Loves Chachi” earlier in the day and didn’t have time to change before taking the stage. An episode of “Someone Dosed Chachi” was about to take place. As the band took the stage, Sunday’s Samson and Delilah immediately took shape and Weir did his best Stevie Nicks impression by grabbing a tambourine. It had as much impact as when Mickey plays his floor tom with one gloved finger…Live Video - Google Chrome 7_11_2016 10_29_28 AM

The warm up quickly turned into a workout as Samson can leave ya gasping for air if you don’t have the wind for it. That’s why ya need to train full Rocky mode for this stuff nowadays! Half Step was a great way to keep the mother rolling and it reminded me of so many nights in the memory banks of my mind. When that tune started going across The Lazy River, Garcia would sing it like all of his dreams would be fulfilled once he got to the other side. His expressions as he sang would lead you to believe he was holding a newborn and praying through song that the precious child’s days would be filled happiness and protection. As the moment rooted itself to the confines of his carpet, he’d throw the pick hand in the air and lean back about 2 inches as the emotion grew rapidly from its roots. We’d go batshit crazy because he was feelin it that way and leaned back a few inches. That shit definitely doesn’t happen anymore but I still loved the Half Step!

Loose Lucy was up next and we all knew our share of them back in the day! That’s all I’m gonna say about that… Then the intro to Standing On The Moon… Here’s where I’ll get the folks that don’t agree with me. It was average. It wasn’t great. Just like with Althea, Garcia’s words had this incredible weight to them. When Garcia sang, there was actually a very definite mass that could be associated with the words as they came through him. Lyrics would leave Garcia’s mouth and there was a heavyness that would lay on your consciousness like a cold wet towel on a sunburn. It was unexplainably soothing while the density of his words were absolutely undeniable. While I’m at it, What’s up with John singing constant falsetto during backup and harmonies? It’s completely overdone and a little bothersome at times. One of Garcia’s great strengths that often goes unrecognized is his talent as a backup singer. Just about all of my favorite parts to most Weir tunes were Garcia’s backup singing. The way he’d take it full belly during Masterpiece or cool as liquid nitrogen backing up Samson. John could learn a lot by paying attention to Garcia’s back up singing. John is starting to sound like somebody that sips their drink from a cocktail straw… Garcia drank right out of the blender!

The GDTRFB was completely off the hook! Pure fire from beginning to end. While we’re talking about vocals, you’d think the guys would realize by now that Oteil has the best voice in the band. When he’s getting fed cornbread and beans, his voice comes from an incredibly deep and soulful well. When I consider how Garcia was really the largest part of the overall Soul of the band, Oteil is providing so much of that substance in this band. It’s not the guy that happens to be playing Garcia’s guitar parts, it’s the brother on bass that’s laying down the heaviest portion of Soul to the experience. His work all tour long has been in another world. He finger picks the damn bass like he’s playing with skinny guitar strings. High Time would be a great choice for Oteil’s voice and while it’s probably unlikely, I hope he gets a chance to sing it. That tune would suit his voice perfectly. The best thing that happened to Dead & Co is Mike Gordon declining on the offer. I love Mike but he wasn’t the brother for the job. Phish is KILLIN it on Summer Tour but I know a bunch of y’all don’t wanna hear shit about that… GDTRFB was stellar!

I’ve always had a habit of continuing to watch the stage after the musicians have left. It’s like continuing to watch the TV when the power goes out. You’re not sure how long it’s gonna be but you keep watching. When you keep watching the stage, you get to see how much effort is put into properly placing the musician’s water bottles during intermission. I swear there’s a dude that gets paid to spend the entire intermission continuously adjusting the position of the water bottles that nobody ever seems to drink. I want THAT job! That one I can definitely handle! After 45 minutes of making sure the bottles were just right, the lights went down again.

Sugar Mags starts a party with an immediate inferno, no need for a spark. It ended abruptly just before the Sunshine Daydream and the Gooey Groove that is Viola Lee was up next. That jam just covers you in psychedelic syrup. Another moment that reminds me of Garcia. His jamming would sometimes sound like the strings turned all gooey on him. Like his fingers were stuck to the strings and he was working feverishly to get them off. You’d look at him and there would be that constant squeezing and bending of the notes playing his guitar like a violinist. While the vibrato wasn’t always obvious to the ear it was completely obvious to the eye and had to have an impact. Anyway, Viola Lee kicked ass and Mayer and Oteil were KILLIN IT on that one as well. If you thought it couldn’t get any better, it did when Scarlet took shape. Another favorite that is growing its old wings back after increasing repetition. The jams in and between Scarlet and Fire are a total kaleidoscope for the ears. The jams just fall apart while immediately reconstructing themselves over and over again. Just when it seems like all form is lost a perfect new form is reborn and it happens in a matter of seconds. Unbelievable… Mayer was blistering hot in the jams throughout while his falsetto Donna harmonies were slightly aggravating at best. I really do appreciate him stretching his vocals and stretching is good but how much you really need to stretch? Mama Mia… I’m probably just picking fly shit out of a pile of pepper but that’s what I do. His contributions obviously FAR outweigh any shortcomings and I’m Grateful he’s part of this incredible ride we’re all having. The Fire was as monstrous as The Scarlet and while I prefer the old ending to the new one, at least they all seemed to end at the same time on this one.

Wharf Rat was beautiful out of Space and as I sat and listened this tremendous wave of gratitude came over me. I thought about the journey that began for me in 85, much later than some of you and considerably earlier for others. I reflected on the absence of the community in my life after Garcia’s Graduation Day in 95 and the resurgence of my personal commitment to all of it shortly before the 50th shows were announced. I thought about the experiences that took me from a highway in NJ to sleeping in Golden Gate Park during the Summer of 89 using only my thumb to get there. I thought about the nights spent celebrating life all over this country with all of you for the past 30 plus years of my life. I reflected on those of you I have a deep love and appreciation for that I haven’t even met due to the Social Media aspect that has erupted in recent years. It was impossible to hold back the tears that had the color and content of so many different emotions on the spectrum. I became overwhelmingly grateful that I can now sing in my head, “I Knooooooow that the Lifffffffffffffe I’m Living’s Sooooooooooooooooooooo Good!!!” The opportunities that have presented themselves to me after 3 decades of sowing seeds of Love and always wanting to be a contributor for good into the lives as many people as I can and as often as I can. That lesson was learned because I was a tiny part of the greatest musical community that history will ever know. It was encouraged by my parents who didn’t necessarily understand my obsession but instilled many of the same virtues in me since I was born. The community that exists around US and through US today is as beautiful as it has ever been. While we don’t have Garcia and that’s like trying to make Chocolate Chip Cookies without Chocolate Chips, we have US! The Love that has been perpetuated forward with exponential intensity, had me so flooded with emotion that I couldn’t stop crying. I thought about how much I Love my family and felt terrible that I’ve considered selling them in order to go on Tour (If you read this Toniann, this was a joke). They are the deepest joy in my life and my heart. Their Love, beauty and tolerance for a man that is completely and unpredictably obsessive are unmatched. It wasn’t because of the way Weir sings Wharf Rat, although I do think it’s one of the Garcia ballads that he’s best on, it was just the way the floodgates of emotions happened to open at that point.

Sunshine Daydream came around to dry the eyes and get back to celebrating life. The moment built on itself like a wave and came crashing into the beach in cool and refreshing ways. The incredible joy lasted only until the Ripple… Then I relapsed on all the crying and shit… When I think of all of US, I think of how much meaning exists in ALL of it. The Shows… The Music… The Transformation… The Old and The New… The images from the past along with the experience of the present… The relationships that have been built on our common passion for all of this… There definitely IS a road… It’s definitely NOT a simple highway… The impact of the ongoing Dead experience on all of US celebrating life with our favorite musicians, along with some amazing new company, is every bit as emotionally developmental as it has been in the past… The scene around you personally is a reflection of the current condition of your Soul. I’d say for most of US, the purifying musical experience through the years that has cleared the waters that were once very murky has left US abundantly satisfied with what is presently manifesting as our reality. For those that can’t find the way still, or are struggling with the things that the meat grinder of life is putting you through, If I knew the way, I would take you home… Touch was a great second encore. Whatever it is that has any of US feeling like the road is too hard to endure, together, somehow, We WILL get by… We always have… We’re not only surviving, as a community we are completely thriving! Thanks for all of it! Everybody! Those On The Stage, those in the crowd, those in the past that have shaped a future that is our current present. Those in the present that guarantee our future is every bit as beautiful… Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Total case of wet face like the guy from the Wizard of Oz when he heard Dorothy telling her story cryer

To top it all off, Oteil ends the night with the clam chomp! That’s not for the Florida Gators y’all. That’s the official Clam Chomp! If you didn’t know before, ya do now!!! Who are The Clams? I’m not at liberty to say. Secret Society from what I’ve heard…13620137_10210306879173770_5504573715812431686_n

Love you forever! See ya down the road… Outta time and outta mind…

Dead To The Core,

Dean Sottile (Pronounced So Tilly)