05-15-2008, 05:18 PM
The boys are playing their albums. 1st night, 1 set = The Grateful Dead, 2nd set = Anthem of the Sun. 2nd night, 1st set = aoxomoxoa, 2nd set = Live Dead. Which leaves Friday - Workingman's Dead and American Beauty - undeniably the Dead's finest studio albums. The posters are deadified versions of the mural above stage, which divides neatly into five. aoxomoxoa is very surreal, even by deadhead standards - Therese Campbell sat in for vocals with husband Larry on mandolin. Live Dead is just six songs - Mark Karan sat in, but many were too high to notice him at first, much less recognize him. The Dark Star Saint Stephen was astonishing, relentless, constantly morphing, and of course, the big rush of chaos for RM. A good Dark Star is always so. It keeps making you think it's going somewhere else, but it's not. Or maybe it is.
I eat backstage. It has been a privilege I've enjoyed for nearly two decades. The Warfield chefs are excellent. Dinner was catfish or turkey (I chose catfish), garlic mash potatoes with mushroom gravy, glazed carrots, peas, organic greens (I chose the balsamic dressing) and lemon meringue pie.
There are few places where I can run amok like I do at the Warfield.
Odd thoughts: A grate thing about loud concerts is that you can fart really loudly anytime. The shows are sold out tight and it's freaking sauna. Lots of syncopy. For the love of JAH, send Molo reinforcements! Huge vaporous clouds rising like specters to infest the withering architecture. Too much blood on the floor. When you have a whole in your head that size, it's time to leave. Gene split his head, which surprised no one. Renovation is great, but keep the patina.
We've secured a sleepover for T this Friday. Workingman's & Beauty for the DMs. I am so grateful for everything.
I eat backstage. It has been a privilege I've enjoyed for nearly two decades. The Warfield chefs are excellent. Dinner was catfish or turkey (I chose catfish), garlic mash potatoes with mushroom gravy, glazed carrots, peas, organic greens (I chose the balsamic dressing) and lemon meringue pie.
There are few places where I can run amok like I do at the Warfield.
Odd thoughts: A grate thing about loud concerts is that you can fart really loudly anytime. The shows are sold out tight and it's freaking sauna. Lots of syncopy. For the love of JAH, send Molo reinforcements! Huge vaporous clouds rising like specters to infest the withering architecture. Too much blood on the floor. When you have a whole in your head that size, it's time to leave. Gene split his head, which surprised no one. Renovation is great, but keep the patina.
We've secured a sleepover for T this Friday. Workingman's & Beauty for the DMs. I am so grateful for everything.
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