Friday, August 01, 2008

happy birthday jerry...



"goes to show you don't ever know
watch each card you play
and play it slow..."



"...one way or another
this darkness got to give..."



"...let there be songs to fill the air..."

and one more year older for me too...thanks jerry...

17 Comments:

Blogger j.b said...

"I am Beethoven" by far the best quote by anyone ever.

Do you share a birthday with Jerry? If so, Happy Birthday young man. If not, then I rescind that comment.

3:58 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

indeed I do sir. thanks for the wishes.

the sound of his guitar got me thru (and gets me thru) many difficult patches of this animal life...

what better way to come out of a coma than to be Beethoven?

4:19 PM  
Blogger Father Luke said...

heh. Happy Birthday, Cap'n(s)

Happy Birthday Captain Trips,
and Happy Birthday cc

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Father Luke

5:49 AM  
Blogger H. said...

There will soon be a card en route. Ask j.b about the cards Babineaux & I send...

10:19 AM  
Blogger C. Allen Rearick said...

happy b-later my man. never liked jerry or his band.

2:44 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

the dead are like licorice:

some folks don't like it, but the folks that do like licorice REALLY REALLY like licorice.

that's from uncle bobo, bill graham.

you can't help you have bad taste casey ;) it's probably your genes...heh

thanks for the b-day wishes all...

3:05 PM  
Blogger j.b said...

that's a good line about the dead and licorice. i hate licorice.

oh, Gina and Hosh's cards are fucking awesome. i seriously laughed out loud. i LOL'd. great stuff.

enjoy the birthday good sir.

3:13 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

hey, that abbreviation you came up with for "laughing out loud:" that thing might just catch on.

:)

3:30 PM  
Blogger C. Allen Rearick said...

c.c, it's not that i have bad taste, it that they left a bad taste in my mouth. ;)

11:03 AM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

well, there's your problem: you don't eat them, you listen to them. you should stop putting strange hippie bands in your mouth; you don't know where they've been.

;)

1:38 PM  
Blogger j.b said...

i wash everything before i place it in my mouth. it's good form.

you think i should register and copyright LOL? i could make dozens of dollars and quit my job (for a half day). hot damn.

4:07 PM  
Blogger Nate Graziano said...

Happy belated, CC.

Thank you, Jerry.

We're four days from the other anniversary.

I'm with you, CC. Jerry and the boys have helped me through too many shit fields and continues ramblin'.

11:07 AM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

thanks nate. helped and still help thru those fields...

yeah, I was in colorado, far from home on the ninth, and separated from my girl and hometown folk. it was a tough tough night. I drove up Pike's Peak with a buddy and listened to him "sing us back home" down that "black muddy river."

it's strange how much someone you never met can affect you emotionally, deeply, like any good literature...

1:31 PM  
Blogger Nate Graziano said...

Absolutely. I completely remember the day, like people remember 9-11 or JFK, etc.

I was in college, had just quit my job as a summer dish dog and was spending my days on the couch, trying to figure out who the hell was staring at me in the mirror. My girlfriend at the time woke me up with the news that day. I remember getting up, adjusting myself with some Jerry-appropriate recreation, then driving around New Hampshire in daze, listening to the tributes on the radio. Bobby was playing at the Hampton Beach Casino that night, and me and some friends contemplated going, but figured it would be a mob show (which it was). Apparently, Bobby played a downright tear-jerking "Bird Song" that night. I think it "Bird Song". It would seem appropriate.

I had seen The Dead in Highgate, VT about a month before (an infamous show with douche bag gate-crashers during Dylan's opening act)and Jerry looked and sounded like he was on his way out.

I'm with you, my friend. Everyone is right about The Dead though. Those who don't like them, really can't stand them. But those who do, realize there's a spirituality that transcends the music, or rather that is evoked by the music. That's the best way I can describe it.

1:50 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

I was in the hotel bathroom in CO and my buddy said "jerry's on the tv" and I came out and they were talking about him in the past tense. it froze me up good and I got on the phone to atlanta.

you're right though about 'those who don't like them.' it's funny, I spend a good deal of time defending 'liberal' positions, organic food, etc., but I very rarely defend the Dead. you have to be ON THE BUS. there isn't any other way to 'get it,' I think, and it doesn't do me any good to try and convince others, zealous missionary style...cyn on the other hand doesn't long tolerate insults to the Dead. I keep sharp things away from her...

I remember the gate crashing incident and the Dead's response to it. that gatecrasher lot rat mentality found its way into the phish lots too, big time and was partly responsible for us stopping touring back in 2000. my last one was the Omni in spring of 95 and me and cyn had too much "fun," way fucking too much fun (the music was visible and 'bending' unnaturally) and had to bail out before setbreak. little did we know...

2:05 PM  
Blogger Nate Graziano said...

I never got into Phish, although musically-speaking, they're a pretty sound band. However, by the time Phish picked up the ball, too many douche bags (they would've flooded the HCWDB server in a second if you brought a camera to a Phish show) were showing up to tag "hippie chicks", sell nitrous and bunk acid, and start mosh pits to "Bouncin' Around the Room."

But, yeah, I get a lot of grief from my friends for liking The Dead, and many of them of writers. I try to tell them to ignore the "Dark Star"-like drum jams and listen to some of Robert Hunter's lyrics. No sale, so I give up. I did, however, use lyrics from "The Black-Throated Wind" as an epigraph in one of my first chaps and snuck it by the publisher, who hated the Dead. He had no clue.

But you got it, right. You either "get it" or you don't. At least we "get it" when it comes to The Dead, CC, and for that, we're richer men.

8:31 PM  
Blogger Father Luke said...

Nate Graziano said...

listen to some of Robert Hunter's lyrics.

Yep.

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Okay,
Father Luke

1:21 AM  

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