PoetryGirl

Article on Dark Star in NY Times https://nyti.ms/2NxXaR4?smid=nytcore-ios-share

Nothing last forever either; except plastic, that shit lasts forever.

Sometimes it's the people you go out of your way most to help out, work the hardest to reach out and meet, that seem to be the least appreciative. I actually wrote a bit of "poetry" about expectations f I may be so bold to call it that. Expectations are the drag in the room, The purgatory of a customer service line. The cancelled flight, an airport plight The downer, an energy vampire. The dream will never unfold. A story cannot be told When held captive to a fixed page. Life, made of stardust and light, Breathes in ebb and flow.

.https://psychology-spot.com/dancing-makes-me-happy/ Justified. Money well spent. 💃🏻💃🏻

What a time we had! It was so fun to hang with and see some of my favorite humans I have ever known. It is always a trick to push pause on life and dip out but so needed. Daily life is a bit of a grind, especially trying to balance peoples' expectations and manifest goodness and love in spite of that static getting in the way. As my husband says, I work too hard to suffer the bs. We are so lucky to experience the magic of a show where the Named has no name and the Way has no path lives full on captured in the timeless lyrics and inspired music. Island Bro and I cooked this escape up back in October, and like Venus, these February shows danced on the distant horizon with promise and delivered. So hot tubs/ springs are the ticket for the NW and erase the wear of the night before. And being the good student, I managed to hit the spa 4 out 5 days we were out there! The other day I soaked in wine!! . We landed in snow at PDX a little bedraggled and began to decompress. The first show(2nd Portland) was a smorgasbord of music and it all in its own way began to sort me out. You know- when too much of everything is just enough? A little pinch of this and that is bound to satisfy. Melvin tore up the keys across the way after the show -and thankfully Portland is a city after my own stomach. We found good company at the Roxy for a late night breakfast. The next day seemed a bit dicey because the snow all around might impact our wine tour plans. The sun was shining on us and we tasted the earth and felt the rain. I found new spaces within in Eugene and opened up for the good primal Dead in Ashland. The most perfect venue is that Ashland Armory- wide space with wood floors. I danced a while in socks. Oh, and it was heavenly. Mon amour, mon vie. Things reset, cloudy skies cleared, old crusty pizza even shone again in glory. I breathed in the goodness and my heart space filled, awashed in laughter and good times. I savor the new friendships I made and the aroma of the longer standing ones. Soul connections happen when you meet people it seems you've known already and they bless you unbeknownst through the years. Just being there at the right times to soothe your soul. This really happened....You must be on the right road when a dress you wore 5 years ago to dinner shows up in your landscape, with that dinner date standing right there! I kid you not. Floored! I have never see another wear it, even when new, much less so long afterwards!!! I will be taking that dress out there to Ashland next time for my twin. It is only 16 years old from Target but the best!! lol Love you people. Love my tribe. I carry you in my heart, that feeling, til we meet again.

Uni-Dome, Cedar Falls, (NW) Iowa Bertha-> Good Lovin'-> Jack Straw-> Good Lovin', El Paso, Tennessee Jed, Minglewood Blues, Friend Of The Devil, Passenger, Deal Samson and Delilah. Scarlet Begonias-> Fire On The Mountain, Truckin'-> Drums-> The Other One-> Wharf Rat-> Around & Around, E: U.S. Blues Filler??

Arizona Grateful Dead download ....

I think the secret to surviving winter is the hot tub and nice bottles of wine with good food.

That dog will hunt!

I heard it was ablaze!

Do Las Vegas peeps know what to do in that? 20 ft this winter in Tahoe!

my friend’s post

Ha! That set listing came off dead.net.

Really really really really really really special

That isn’t correct from internet according to Relisten or last night No DDN/ Mountains AWBYGN encore

A beautiful vintage - full bodied with depth and character.Playful yet structured with good legs. And oh, the aroma was intoxicating . GOAT Not necessarily the order... Good Morning Little Schoolgirl Mama Tried Doin that Rag Hard to Handle Hurts Me too the Lindy New Orleans Dancing Cosmic Charlie Golden Road Oh oh my and the Donovan Mountain Jam in the Alligator.

1st set original in style of 68 or 67 I think 2nd 2/12/69 E: Lovelight

Last night’s dance zone.

I knew that was expressed as you finished, announcing the show before launching into encores as time slipped on , but it didn’t come up on Tea’s post. So thanks for clearing that up! No lowly feet 😂

GOAT

Jeez, the Think and Cumberland were ripping! and Crazy Fingers the lovely reprieve before the keys were ripped up and laid back down in Hey Jude. I think had they played more than one line of Dear Mr Famtasy before throwing in the towel prespace it would have been an all out frenzy. Blow Away has this power of Hey Jude aka Alpine 89 where our hearts flung wide open and downloaded sunshine. and the jam was all out, pure rock and roll. Super fun to hear a different kind of first set. Kinda wordy... just my head feed. But all and all a great tapas menu. 😜

Big energy show. The opener asked for the real authentic to emerge. The first set was a good prescription and it got filled in the 2nd. The energy of music went into 5th gear, digging in to the jams again and again. It built to a fever in Fire and From the Heart of Me was the spacious beauty of cool drink, tickling the senses with rippling guitar play. Again Estimated Eyes the jams returned again and again, and thirst was persistent. The fire licking, its flames crackling at the back of my throat, unquenchable. The drums were short with native feel and I thirsted for more grounding. The big energy sweeping and stirring up the air in my chart- all five planets spinning and juggled like bowling pins. . Not until a cold libation- and the space to open up in the cozy bar scene and soar during Wharf Rat could I find a true purchase. The Sugar Mags was outrageously fun - dancing in the pocket of loose, joyous dancing which fills the soul like nothing else- a blessing from a prayer the dance lifts up and I had an endless wellspring of energy bubbling forth. My second show was a beauty in Atlanta 3/27/89 with SFEE and the energy spilled out into drum circles that year in the nook of the coliseum- Orpheus had lit a fire. I melded into the music that night finding the transformative essence this music evokes. What a treat to see Heart of Me sandwiched in the middle. Loveliness.

Filler I Need a Miracle

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