Second set just started. During the break we went to the backstage area and met some dudes. on the way there though I literally fell down the treacherous verticle stairway that, I found out a few min later, is the exact same stair that deceased Atlantic Records founder Ahmet Ertegun fell down in 2006, triggering a worsening of health that ultimately led to him moving onto the next world. umm yeah. also, I had the weird experience of meeting ertegun (with Henry Kissinger of all people) for a work gig in Turkey in 2006.
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Flash forward 20 min. jam through Franklin's Tower, an oldtime fave of mine as one of the great feel-good songs of the late 70s era Dead. unfortunately all a lil less enjoyable due to the ushers somewhat hilariously attempting to get people to go to their actual seats. "New venue, new rules," they say (Cablevision/MSG bought the venue recently)-- apparently no one gave Jim Dolan the memo that seated jamband shows apparently have their own set of rules where "having a seat" means "having the privilege of standing wherever The Flow takes me." hilarious.
another thought (irrelevant to anyone who's never cared about the Dead in any fashion): I would rather see/hear Bob Weir right now than any Dead from the late 80s. gross drug use, awful synths--brent mydland!! (3rd keyb to die). What the fuck happened to America in those dark days? does anyone remember the horrible '86 collabo single of heroes Bowie and Jagger on what is easily the most atrocious version "Dancin' In the Street" ever (save maybe a G Dead Fall Tour '89 version? don't have a Deadbase handy to verify). [don't I wish I could be ref ref hyperlinking this up right now??]
speaking of ref ref ref ref, Jimmy Herring is the 90s/00s jamscene equivalent of Yacht Rock Kenny Loggins (do you know what I mean? link me up scotty!)
whew. serious moonlight we've got here (bowie, what the fuck!!!)
hyperlinks and tim cayne in major necessitude. would an iphone have helped?
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