08-04-2025, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2025, 11:33 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Had a lovely breakfast with Bri at a crepe place in the Haight. They made a delish salmon evgs bene. The. Bri dropped me off near the.bandshell and I paid a surprise visit to some Kung Fu relatives who work out there on Sunday. That was fun.
Walked from there to Shakedown. Perused their wares once more but the last thing I need is more dead crap. Popped into RM and there was a shuffle about who to assign as my radio person/mentee. It ended up being Rosa again and in the end, she wound up being great. Two more people were assigned to me - N & Byron - but they bailed early. Not sure what that was even about - I think they were friends of one of the supes. Whatev. Happy to be a tour guides
Watching some of the noob RMers turn on to the Dead was so adorbs. I keep more of the lore of the dead, so I could unravel the iconography and behaviors, which was fun. I made a sticker from an old RM ‘Heal your face’ piece I did in the early 90s for an RM Cal Expo show. Those were well received.
Had the $40 crab roll (not lobster, misread that earlier). It was good and it cost me 2 of my food coupons. Went for poke nachos later but they messed up my order and gave me crab fries, which were also quite good so I went with it. All real crab, which I haven’t had in a while. Ate well.
Caught most all of Trey & D&C. Good shows. Trey got me with a Mission in the Rain, a Jerry song that anyone whose ever spent time in the mission loves, and a reggae tune that was simple for Trey but sweet for me.
During Feels Like a Stranger, we had a full on code. The patient was older and obese. I didn’t do compressions or defibbing, just helped bring the gurney, manage the crowd, and carry gear. CPR in progress is always super intense. Havent been in one of those jn years, not since before the pandemic.
At some point, before the show started I think, I joined Reya Hart (Mickey’s daughter) who I’ve known since she was a little girl (she’s now 30!) because she’s very close with my psych guru Babs, who just had a knee replacement. Reya had a cart and the three of us went to shakedown, which was mobbed at this point. Reya recert my started writing and has published in the Atlantic & Rolling Stone. I’m so jealous and told her so. She’s quite a good writer, despite having her foot in the door with rock legends (her RS piece is an interview with Mick Jagger). She shared some funny stories about herself and they other dead kids. Fascinating. Babs’ couldn’t walk too far, and Gordon (the director) came out and got her with his vehicle. Babs ordered me to follow Reya to make sure no one dosed her (she’s 30 and so street smart) but I was happy to accept because I enjoy her company. However I lost her in the crowd immediately. She had this spectacular glittery halter top (Arabic maybe?) and I still lost her. It was packed with deadheads which can be so distracting.
I rejoined Babs & Gordon after a long fruitless search. However, I spotted Reya when she came back with bags of deadhead crap, & all was well. She gave me & Babs a ride back. I asked her ‘dont hou have enough deadhead crap by now?’ She replied ‘Never enough!’
Rey joined several of the other GD kids (now all adults of course) in introducing D&C. Babs wanted me to film it but I forgot my phone in the charger because I thought the tracker was my phone (we have to carry these stupid trackers now). A second fail with Reya but the footage appeared later.
The funny part was I ditched my team & RM to do this Reya adventure. When they asked, I said I was on a special mission to escort one of the band’s daughters (totally true) and Gordon was with me. We also bumped into Mary Conde, who is the boss at Another Planet and friends with Babs & Reya (she knows me ecaide we did dead tour together back in the early 90s and we always say hi bit were more professional acquaintances than close friends). So That was some major posing on my part.
Table service was having some dysfunctional issues. They called me for ‘IPRs’ twice. The first one was a dude who lost his phone. He was having a bad trip but so would I if I lost my phone. He was trippin but it was more about his phone. I escorted him to lost & found. The other was a guy who sat down at table service and they were all worried but he was cool. He just needed a break. He was trippin too but not badly. He was just tired. We started chatting and it turned out he was from Felton so we shared some deadhead friends. We were laughing & talking deadhead crap in no time. We both thought that despite it all, it was a great moment to be there and we both seams we’d cherish it and remember it when the default world would get us down on Monday, and that worked for me today. So both cases were soft balls for me, handled with my usual panache (gotta keep my legend alive, ya know?)
Later we spotted a dude climbing on top of the windmill. As I pointed at him, he began climbing down, so I acted like it was some sort of force push i was projecting. Most laughed but some of the noobs might’ve believed me at that point. Keeping that legend alive.
I predicted Trey would sit in on Scarlet>fire when texting my dear deadhead friend in Taiwan the night prior. So validating that I can still call it. What’s more, i was wearing my Dragon with Matches lid, which I bought at RotR alongside my Taiwan friend - it was a strain of her and came with a free joint which we enjoyed together afterwards. It was a great moment of deadhead synching.
Standing on the Moon was our wedding song, and that got me misty. I’ve seen many a ‘last Dead show’ by now and they always hit hard on day 3. So grateful for all of it. The Grateful Dead runs so deep within me. Nothing resonates so much. Who says you don’t get flashbacks?
It was a long trip home, the walk back to Tara’s and the drive back to the bungalow, but I love that late night 280 drive with my stereo blasting. The Bollywood station has a late show - Stealth mode - which is bolly edm and that’s so fun to drive to.
What a grateful weekend. Pure mischievous magic, merry prankster style. I miss regular doses of this in my life, like I had in the 90s, but i was half my age. I couldn’t sustain it now like o could back then,
That being said, on to OSL.
Walked from there to Shakedown. Perused their wares once more but the last thing I need is more dead crap. Popped into RM and there was a shuffle about who to assign as my radio person/mentee. It ended up being Rosa again and in the end, she wound up being great. Two more people were assigned to me - N & Byron - but they bailed early. Not sure what that was even about - I think they were friends of one of the supes. Whatev. Happy to be a tour guides
Watching some of the noob RMers turn on to the Dead was so adorbs. I keep more of the lore of the dead, so I could unravel the iconography and behaviors, which was fun. I made a sticker from an old RM ‘Heal your face’ piece I did in the early 90s for an RM Cal Expo show. Those were well received.
Had the $40 crab roll (not lobster, misread that earlier). It was good and it cost me 2 of my food coupons. Went for poke nachos later but they messed up my order and gave me crab fries, which were also quite good so I went with it. All real crab, which I haven’t had in a while. Ate well.
Caught most all of Trey & D&C. Good shows. Trey got me with a Mission in the Rain, a Jerry song that anyone whose ever spent time in the mission loves, and a reggae tune that was simple for Trey but sweet for me.
During Feels Like a Stranger, we had a full on code. The patient was older and obese. I didn’t do compressions or defibbing, just helped bring the gurney, manage the crowd, and carry gear. CPR in progress is always super intense. Havent been in one of those jn years, not since before the pandemic.
At some point, before the show started I think, I joined Reya Hart (Mickey’s daughter) who I’ve known since she was a little girl (she’s now 30!) because she’s very close with my psych guru Babs, who just had a knee replacement. Reya had a cart and the three of us went to shakedown, which was mobbed at this point. Reya recert my started writing and has published in the Atlantic & Rolling Stone. I’m so jealous and told her so. She’s quite a good writer, despite having her foot in the door with rock legends (her RS piece is an interview with Mick Jagger). She shared some funny stories about herself and they other dead kids. Fascinating. Babs’ couldn’t walk too far, and Gordon (the director) came out and got her with his vehicle. Babs ordered me to follow Reya to make sure no one dosed her (she’s 30 and so street smart) but I was happy to accept because I enjoy her company. However I lost her in the crowd immediately. She had this spectacular glittery halter top (Arabic maybe?) and I still lost her. It was packed with deadheads which can be so distracting.
I rejoined Babs & Gordon after a long fruitless search. However, I spotted Reya when she came back with bags of deadhead crap, & all was well. She gave me & Babs a ride back. I asked her ‘dont hou have enough deadhead crap by now?’ She replied ‘Never enough!’
Rey joined several of the other GD kids (now all adults of course) in introducing D&C. Babs wanted me to film it but I forgot my phone in the charger because I thought the tracker was my phone (we have to carry these stupid trackers now). A second fail with Reya but the footage appeared later.
The funny part was I ditched my team & RM to do this Reya adventure. When they asked, I said I was on a special mission to escort one of the band’s daughters (totally true) and Gordon was with me. We also bumped into Mary Conde, who is the boss at Another Planet and friends with Babs & Reya (she knows me ecaide we did dead tour together back in the early 90s and we always say hi bit were more professional acquaintances than close friends). So That was some major posing on my part.
Table service was having some dysfunctional issues. They called me for ‘IPRs’ twice. The first one was a dude who lost his phone. He was having a bad trip but so would I if I lost my phone. He was trippin but it was more about his phone. I escorted him to lost & found. The other was a guy who sat down at table service and they were all worried but he was cool. He just needed a break. He was trippin too but not badly. He was just tired. We started chatting and it turned out he was from Felton so we shared some deadhead friends. We were laughing & talking deadhead crap in no time. We both thought that despite it all, it was a great moment to be there and we both seams we’d cherish it and remember it when the default world would get us down on Monday, and that worked for me today. So both cases were soft balls for me, handled with my usual panache (gotta keep my legend alive, ya know?)
Later we spotted a dude climbing on top of the windmill. As I pointed at him, he began climbing down, so I acted like it was some sort of force push i was projecting. Most laughed but some of the noobs might’ve believed me at that point. Keeping that legend alive.
I predicted Trey would sit in on Scarlet>fire when texting my dear deadhead friend in Taiwan the night prior. So validating that I can still call it. What’s more, i was wearing my Dragon with Matches lid, which I bought at RotR alongside my Taiwan friend - it was a strain of her and came with a free joint which we enjoyed together afterwards. It was a great moment of deadhead synching.
Standing on the Moon was our wedding song, and that got me misty. I’ve seen many a ‘last Dead show’ by now and they always hit hard on day 3. So grateful for all of it. The Grateful Dead runs so deep within me. Nothing resonates so much. Who says you don’t get flashbacks?
It was a long trip home, the walk back to Tara’s and the drive back to the bungalow, but I love that late night 280 drive with my stereo blasting. The Bollywood station has a late show - Stealth mode - which is bolly edm and that’s so fun to drive to.
What a grateful weekend. Pure mischievous magic, merry prankster style. I miss regular doses of this in my life, like I had in the 90s, but i was half my age. I couldn’t sustain it now like o could back then,
That being said, on to OSL.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse