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Returning to earth after a couple of weeks in orbit has been as comfortable as a rocking chair made of cactus. I’m writing this from the beach because after a week of returning to daily life, I needed to get away as soon as possible. The memories associated with getting away for 5 days reminded of what every day of summer was like in my youth. Along with every day of Spring… And Fall… And JGB at The Warfield in between… And New Years… And Chinese New Years in Oakland… More Warfield in between… Yup… We’re gonna be fucked up in the head for a while…

It’s interesting that a scene built around something called The Dead makes me feel more alive than anything else I’ve ever known. It’s also interesting to me that the folks that make up our community are often thought of as stoners by the mainstream yet our community is comprised of more people that are absolutely brilliant, fully awake and completely aware than most mainstreamers by far. Sure, we have a bunch of people that are a few sandwiches short of a picnic but at least most of them are kinda colorful. Even if your mindset has remained intact throughout the years, finding folks carved out of the same tree as US isn’t always easy. I miss hanging out with y’all already…

Questions have begun circulating about what other festivals everybody is going to but there’s no definitive place that exists where we’ll all meet for sure outside of Grateful Dead Land. There’s great music playing everywhere all Summer long but The Main Event came early. If I wasn’t so damn happy by nature I’d be awfully depressed about now… Who the Fuck am I kidding??? I wanna sell all my shit, buy an RV and go party in parking lots all over the country again. I’d quit my job if I could just for old times sake but I’m my own boss so that wouldn’t help much… The itch to ditch is driving me crazier than a Meth Head with an 8 Ball and a screwdriver in an appliance store… It’s gonna take an awful lot of meditating to try to get the gypsy in me at bay again… I’m about to freak the Fuck out… HELP!!!!!

Next topic… For anyone that’s interested in their partial refund, the info is now posted here. I won’t be getting involved with any of your complaints about how it is being done. It’s being offered and a lot of you will be getting a considerable amount of money back if you choose. If I was a lawyer, I might be getting a considerable piece of it back too. Fortunately, I’m just another one of US. It was worth the effort to help and I’ll stay on top of it until everybody that sends for their refund gets it but my work on that is done. The deal is fair, the terms are fair, the time frame is fair. It’s not perfect but it’s all fair. That’s all I’m gonna say about that… You’ll have to complain somewhere else, I won’t host the forum for that shit…

There’s some exciting stuff coming up before long. Our favorite musicians have a lot of ground left to cover before year end. That’s all I’m gonna say about that for now too… New York is nice in the Fall… If I had to guess, Phish Tour this Summer is gonna be Off The Hook with Trey coming off of one of the best experiences in his life, aside from Big Cypress. That’s on the short list of this life’s most epic musical experiences. More to come soon, I hope your entry back into the post Fare Thee Well World is as easy as possible. Love y’all!!!

Dead To The Core,

Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)

First, Last, Everything

Just a heads up, Partial Refund info will be found on Dead.net 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???

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

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!!!

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