Brian NJ

Yes that beatles tune 😉

Also a Corrina and A day in the life no lyrics in the second set.. I thought Pompano was fantastic but the words cannot describe this set list in a way that exhibits the perfection energy and vibe of the show!

That was a great show! Mango you called what show this was on the second song that night. If I remember right original venue couldn't be played and this was in an old firehouse. Turned out to be a perfect venue for a 69 show!

Wow. That's how you start a tour! Happy for people that made it.

Best indoor venue I've ever seen dso. Mango See you in st Augustine!

The Anthem is the best indoor venue I have seen Dark Star at. Been there every year and will hope to make it for what is it, fourth time. Great Sound and friendliest attendants/security. One year after I believe it was help slip Franklin's security saw me leaning against the rail trying to catch my breath before the next song and asked if I needed water I said no a minute later they came up and gave me two bottles of water . Later that night a security woman saw me dancing and came up to me, pulled me off to the side, wanted to talk to me, she asked me if I am going to be all right ? I looked at her and realized she thought I was tripping my ass off . When I told her I hadn't taken any drugs in like 20 years she said sure sure but will you be okay tonight. LOL she couldn't believe somebody could have that much fun without drugs.. If you are not staying too far from the venue take Uber there and back. You will thank me!

Although New Jersey gets a bad rap it is a good place to live. It is the Garden State and not sure how I would fare without Jersey corn and Jersey tomatoes not to mention all the other great fruits and vegetable grown here. I have spent 10 plus years traveling into New York City daily, Manhattan Brooklyn mostly. I would much rather live where I live and travel to the city. It takes just as much time for me to go to the city as to the beach or to Ken Lockwood Gorge or many other areas that are beautiful parts of New Jersey. I couldn't handle living anywhere near a place like "try that small town" I get very nervous when I am surrounded by nothing but Caucasian people. Except at a Grateful Dead like event...

Airports, decent hospitals, good italian resturants, seafood, cultural arts and culture in general are a few reasons I Haven't moved to the sticks!

I haven't heard Northeasterners complaining. I guess it's relative to who you have in your circle 🙂 Rude you can always hop on a plane and go see the band possibly the Northeast where the highest concentrations of deadheads in the nation are!

Stop complaining Rude and hop on a plane ✈

Saw Brandford Marsalis quartet last week. Amazing!

I was at this show. Without Lowell I was not impressed. If you haven't heard this give it a listen. Fantastic.

Sun give me a call. Old phone took a crap and lost some numbers..

Thanks Greg. I think this might be too personal for others to talk about on a public forum.

Thoughts on a long drive... On social media I have seen the phrase you must have drank the Kool-Aid. As if it was a bad thing. On the contrary. My experience with Electric Kool-Aid and other psychedelics have been beneficial in my life and I thank God for it. My first experience was 14 years old I liked it so I continued with taking 97 of the other 99 hits over the next two weeks. Later that year on a Sunday friends and I all dropped acid and just after the peak wanting to get back to that place I dropped a couple more hits. Everybody was going home and as I was walking with my friend Jim he asked if I would be okay and I said I don't know I'm really spaced he said hold on I'll be right out he went into his house and came out and gave me the album American Beauty. He said just listen to this over and over you will be okay. that was the night that I became a "dead head". The music and Community has brought so much joy to my life and continues to do so... I have since taking LSD somewhere between 300 and 500 times in my life in addition to peyote a handful of times and mushrooms over 2,000 timetimes. Not bragging it is what it is and my life is an open book. I have literally seen the world through a parabolic lens on 5000 micrograms I have seen images of my mouth laughing at me from the top of my feet. Leo Kottke comes to mind... I have seen the blood flowing through the veins of my eyelids laying on my back on 14 grams of mushrooms. I have seen this and much more and it was fun and good times but that is not the benefits I'm talkin about. I have spent long periods of time questioning what is real. being stripped of all preconceived notions of the world and people and trees and the sun and moon the stars and the universe. I have dosed and had the justifications rationalizations of my fallibility as a human being torn away to expose my spirit and soul for what it really is. largely due to my experiences with psychedelics I see things and Life a little bit differently. everything I have experienced from books read television shows movies politics religion God the concepts of good and bad Humanity love hatred has all been influenced By psychedelics. I am currently driving down the road the New Jersey Turnpike with a landscape of power lines and Towers with puffy grey and white clouds with a pale blue background during sunrise. Beautiful. I am in awe of the existence of the world I live in. We live in... yesterday morning was the sunrise over the ocean that created awe. My understanding and feeling empathy compassion and sympathy for others has been exponentially multiplied by my psychedelic experiences. This is good! don't get me wrong I am not some spiritual Guru or anything. On some days I am still a dick. I can be angry feel discusted or resentful. Even these negative attributes about myself have been shaped by my experiences with psychedelics. kind of put into its proper perspective without the rationalizations and justifications... I am not suggesting that this is the path for everybody in life but it has certainly influenced me for the better. I have not tripped in over 25 years as a result of my addictive tendencies. the experiences of my past create the road map of today... some days when life seems confusing listening to the music play doesn't seem like enough but I am patient and hold on to my convictions 🙂 . when lacking direction or not sure which path to take I am an advocate of chemical shock therapy and some days I think 10 hits of acid would give me a new perspective on life😆 but then I realize I just need to bring up my past psychedelic experiences and this is best done through the music I love. Kind of going back to the beginning. So yes my friends I have drank the Kool-Aid and I am a better person as a result of it:- 🙂 . Please excuse any mispronunciations and read through the garble if you can this is dictated voice to text while driving the beautiful New Jersey Turnpike. Is anyone else's life an open book? I would love to hear your experiences...

Here's some random shit... My thoughts at 5 a.m. while driving, voice to text, edited for mis- pronunciation when I stopped. Is killing a fish any greater a harm than killing a human? Should I cry while eating a sandwich knowing I caused the demise of generations of fields of wheat for that loaf of bread? Are my words said or unsaid any more painful to you than to me?God made us all imperfect so that we can learn from each other to be better humans. Am I lesser of a man for my prejudicial thoughts or deeds, or maybe I am more human than many that portray walking on clouds? All of who I am is allowing me to be 95% genuine. I strive for the other 5%... On Judgment Day if there be one, I want God to smile and say here stands a perfectly imperfect genuine human, my creation 😁 These are the kinds of things I think of when I turn the music off.

Brings back fond if somewhat embarrassing memories as a teen all geeked out and talking endlessly till the sun came up about how we would save the world.... We couldn't even help ourselves... Not saying you guys are geeked or anything else. Just recalling memories of the ignorance of my youth...in part we were actually helping to destroy the future of humanity through dispersing very antisocial elements that had no real value to anyone... In retrospect on the other hand psychedelic indulgences had a deep impact that has forever change how I view the world and I believe has an ongoing benefit to those I am in contact with today... Saving the world by helping to expanding the consciousness of one individual has an exponential effect as they go on to do the same... Just some random thoughts 🤓

Why is Black Peter special to me.... Listening to BP from Europe (I think) last night I commented to a friend how this is probably the best blues song ever... This song has a way of putting all that life and death is into its proper perspective. I had spent a couple /few years listening to BP multiple times a day because the lyrics and bluesey groove was my life... "all my friends came to see me last night, I was layin in my bed and dying" 48 staples closing me up and coming back to life while a priest is giving me last rights and the friends that came to see me. "Just want to have a little peace to die and a friend or 2 at hand" my mantra for two to three years of nothing but the horror of what I had become... Wanting to die but " one more day I find myself alive tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground" This was a comforting thought... See here how everything lead up to this day and it's just like any other day that's ever been. The pain of knowing the life your living will be the life you die from and having no hope it could ever be different... The people may know but the people don't care that a man can be as poor as me. Take a look at poor Peter he's lying in pain... poor in spirit and extreme physical pain but the physical was minor in comparison to the spiritual pain. Black Peter brings me back to a life I was dying by and forward to the grateful life I live today... See here how everything lead up to this day and it's just like any other day that's ever been... 😀❤️😀

Of course. Fuck me!

I am sitting home wishing I was at Hampton Beach right now. Flashback to May of this year , looking forward to the Jubilee Red Rocks and rest of Summer tour... I should know better than to try to make plans. Jubilee comes up and find myself tight with cash so I figure Maybe I will borrow $50 so that I have money to get to work for the following week. that shouldn't be a problem I think I can go. A good friend of mine calls and tells me his brother committed suicide services are that Thursday. Come Thursday I'm thinking maybe I can leave early Friday morning make it to the Jubilee. Thursday night I get a call somebody I was trying to help get their life together overdose on heroin and dies, services on Monday. no Jubilee but at least I'll be at Red Rocks. A couple weeks before Red Rocks I go to get my monthly phlebotomy. for the last 4 years I've been getting phlebotomies every month because I have too many red blood cells. I go for the phlebotomy and they tell me we cant take your blood you're anemic. don't get me wrong Red Rocks was a blast But difficult being low on red blood cells and the altitude. okay well I'll do the best I can and make it to Hampton Beach. My Subaru has a wheel bearing that is just starting to go. I can't complain I have two hundred and sixty six thousand miles on the original wheel bearings. But not feeling like it's wise to drive up there without getting bearings done first and that will have to wait. Life is a fucking trip. Pints of blood work, I'm being scheduled to get a scope down my throat and up my ass, Aug 3rd dental appt to get estimate on having five teeth pulled one Crown put in at least one cavity fixed and denture or Bridge or whatever the fuck they do... ( no dental ins. Ouch) oh yeah almost forgot on Monday I have to schedule a CT scan on aorta to make sure aneurysm doesn't blow out. OK now that I got this fleeting moment of self-pity out of the way I need to say Fuck it, it is still a great day to be alive! I'll see you all in Asbury and Black Mountain...

Sometimes we respect the dead with joyous dance, sometimes with quiet solitude.

I spent 45 min 630am Sunday moring in the cold drizzling rain talking to a homeless crackhead in dc that tried to bum money from me twice the night before. I asked why he was homeless and he was honest with me... I tried to give him reason to live life to its fullest. I think he heard what I was saying... At least I know he had hope for the day and he will remember our conversation.... I may not caution all......

I am a defender of the outcast in this world... Of the many people that love me today, if they knew me years ago they would not want to be on the same side of street had they encountered me. Chimes of freedom for the hurt ones....

It has been months since I've posted. What a long strange trip... I had been in a situational depression for days when Thursday rolled around. I had changed my mind a few times and resigned myself to wallow in self pity when Mango called and I said fuck this crap, stay on the phone while I pack. Packed in 4 minuets and walk out the door not knowing how I would swing the weekend $ . I get by with a little help from my friends... This community is full of love and healing vibes... Arrive and set up vip camping trying to rise up from the emotional wreckage of my heart. Had a nice talk with a soulful woman (thank you PG) that put my spirit in the right place. Night one ... Help on the Way was just perfect for my state of mind. Slipnot franklins I started to really let lose. Feel like stranger was never a favorite of mine but was perfect when one feels a stranger to oneself... Run for roses.. Can I leave her standing there? I could not but had to... Expressway was flowing like water in the night. Corrine funk beat to put the funkiness of life in its proper perspective. TANGLED UP IN BLUE was the accumulation of all I had been feeling. I danced, grinned ear to ear and laughed all while frantically dancing away my blues... At one point something popped in my thigh but could not stop until I hit the rug. I made it to a chair but was not out for the count. I got up and finished the set. Set2... Box of rain. Can I find direction around some corner? Feel my way like the day or lifetimes before... Can I make it clear through to another day? Seen through the eyes of other lives I've escaped.. Mans World brought me back from a world revolving around the love of a woman... Cryptical is a constant reminder that we all have to die, sometimes to live again in this lifetime. This always puts things in proper perspective. Powerful other one. Eyes reconfirms that I am in my right mind and that all I need to do is live no particular way but my own... The rest of night one was spent nursing my leg listening to the beauty that dso brings to us all... night 2. At the first notes of CHIMES OF FREEDOM I bolted to the stage and Lisa delivered the most soulful powerful singing that was the catharsis of all I have lived... My emotional experiences of a life overcoming heartache too personal to tell, the law, the outcast that society labels me, the aching that cannot be healed, and the strung out one and worse... THANK YOU LISA !!!!!!! After Chimes nothing could be added to my 2017 jubilee experience.....