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Post by NothingButFlowers on Apr 29, 2009 10:26:15 GMT -5
Haha, my favorite is St. Stephen. Not very flattering:
"St. Stephen": You're the outrageously dirty young fellow—with the white-boy dreads and the benign but distant gaze—outside the Hartford show who inquired of me, "Hey, man, do you want to pour some of your beer into my beer?" Apologies again for declining, but I just wasn't getting anywhere near your cup.
Yearbook quote: "One man gathers what another man spills."
But at least it's not this one (which actually made me laugh out loud):
"Truckin' ": You're a poser. Sorry, but you are.
Yearbook quote: "What a long strange trip it's been."
Post by sweetmelissa on Apr 29, 2009 10:36:29 GMT -5
Mine:
"Help on the Way"/"Slip Knot"/"Franklin's Tower": For you, it's less about individual songs and more about the band's talent for transforming one song into another. You experience a wave of euphoria when "China Cat Sunflower" blossoms into "I Know You Rider." You've got a tape with a killer "Saint of Circumstance"/"Ship of Fools." You're still hunting for that great "Lazy Lightning"/"Supplication." Sadly for you, no such thing exists.
Yearbook quote: "If you plant ice, you're going to harvest wind."
"Dark Star: You consider any Dead song that clocks in at less than 20 minutes a frivolous ditty. You believe the band was never the same after Ron "Pigpen" McKernan died in '73. You don't own a Dead T-shirt, but you own several Dead tattoos, including a terrifying Steal Your Face skull on your forearm that renders you unemployable in several service-related fields. You don't own a motorcycle operator's license, but you frequently operate motorcycles. You're familiar with the effects of PCP; you've done a little time. You can't believe what's become of the Haight. You, my friend, are the genuine article.
"Touch of Grey": The Dead's only mainstream hit. The song made the Billboard Top 10 in 1987, though you first heard it at a show in '86, shortly after Jerry returned from his diabetic coma. Today, you're a senior partner at Debevoise & Plimpton, with more than a touch of gray about the temples. But during that year between college and law school, you apprenticed at Garcia, Lesh & Weir, LLP. You recall the experience with fondness, though also with regret. A few years ago, your name was bandied about when a prestigious judgeship opened up. Knowing, however, that there were lingering questions regarding June 16-18, 1987 (the Ventura County Fairgrounds shows)—questions for which you had no good answers—you quietly withdrew your name from consideration.
Post by nitetimeritetime on Apr 29, 2009 14:22:31 GMT -5
One time at a GD show I sat next to this dude who was a huge Vince fan. I didn't know there was such thing. I thought he was joking at first, but then he went nuts when they did Samba in the Rain. Never did figure that guy out.
"Terrapin Station": The turtle decals dancing across the bumper of your Volvo 740 wagon—she's still got some pep!—attest to your love of the divisive "Terrapin." For many Dead fans, the "Terrapin" cycle represents an overreach, a seven-part suite complete with a Homeric invocation ("Let my inspiration flow …"), a mysterious love triangle, and liberal use of a rain stick. Dead lyricist Robert Hunter claims he wrote the words and Jerry Garcia the music on the same lightning-lit night … but with neither knowing what the other was up to. "Yeah, right," say most. "Right on!" say you.
Yearbook quote: "The sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again. For good or ill again."
