Gang Aft Agley

The music you listen may be enough to get you detained.

1. Masters of War [story]
2. London Calling [story ]

As I work I jumped to a random point in my musical library and began to listen. For the last 40 minutes I’ve been listening to Bitches Brew, what brought this post about was the total frenetic energy present in the second half of the title track. The music along with a pot of coffee coursing through me creates a total discord within. And yet something urges me to continue to turn up the volume.

Wandering through the video section at the library, I was suprised to see a new movie included in the dvd shelves. I had to laugh a bit at the description on the back. The title itself is worth a chuckle, as I think that there are probably at least half a dozen times that that could be applied. The beauty of the Dead was that they were always able to come back and prove that once again they were at the top of their game. You will always have people arguing that xx was the best year. It is all subjective, and dependent on where that person was in their own life. I do agree that Alpine valley was a wonderful venue to see them in. I reluctantly gave up my analog tapes of them their in 87, when they had finally grown too painful to listen to. I just wonder how many releases we will see with this title, will it become another something like Dicks picks. The Downhill series will highlight a show from 1989, 1971, 1978 and 1994.

I was half tempted to check it out and watch it, but was afraid I would actually see myself in it. S and I have been told by several friends that we are in the movie tie died but we have never bothered to check that out either. On that one I think we are half afraid to see ourselves, and half afraid that it is a case of mistaken identity.

Living approximately 3 blocks from the train tracks for most of my life, I don't get enough train horns. So I downloaded the 6/20/1992 concert from RFK where they busted out Casey Jones after Drums/Space.

It is quite an interesting dynamic in the house when we listen to the Grateful Dead. Keigan tries to lower the volume while the two little ones are all for setting the volume at 11. Keigan knows the dial is never to go above the taped line, so he lowers it to that point, though Sarieah and I tend to raise back up.

Sarieah and I sat and reminisced as we listened to the show over dinner. We remember listening to the sound checks and hearing the beginning strains of Casey Jones, but didn’t know it would be played that night. After we were done dissecting that night we moved on to the other nights on the tour.

Several nights before RFK we had not been fortunate enough to get into the Charlotte Coliseum, so we had wandered around the parking lot while the show was going on, not an uncommon occurrence for us. That night in Charlotte we had wandered past the Yashuas bus, and saw several small children looking wistfully out the windows, yearning for the freedom to go out and play.

We recently saw their bus here in Eugene at the folk festival. It was interesting to see it, as you could tell who recognized the bus from tours long ago, as they all did the same as I. First a quick glance, then the double take followed by a quick walk past to check out the license plates and information painted on the side.

Keigan has returned from his travels to the north. I still haven't heard everything about the trip, but I have heard the two cd's he brought back, both from Dochas. I also saw their autographs all over his ball cap.