Warriors of the RoseAnd there came upon meThe Soldiers FlameThat comes to each Souls hearingIn its own timeThe burning Fire of the Spiritual WarriorCrown of LightBurning upon the browFar memory of distant timesAnd future sightSee the visionWrapped in Golden FlameEyes of LightLook into your SoulAnd see the Winged OneGazing backRecognitionRevelationRevolutionFight with the Power of your SpiritTo preserve the Sacred ContractOne with the LandNature can teach us what we need to knowOne with the StarsOur Kinship is StarlightChildren of the SunSoldiers of the RoseBorn on the advent of AquariusUnder a Moon of IndigoAncient when childrenYoung through the agesPlayful and radicalMending the broken bridgesReweaving a fiery rainbowEach note, each turn of the word,Magic comes aliveMusic, laughter, insightDream work, Shaman flightAnd a dream of peaceThat refuses to dieSoldiers of the Sovereign HeartWarriors of the RoseArmed with SpiritAnd a Tale to live and tell
Date: Aug 16 1996 4:35 PM EDTFrom: firstname.lastname@example.org (Long Island Soundkeeper)Dear dear Robert,Thanks for your understanding response-you wrote about Maureen, whosemother's garden withered and died after her death----your generosity(sharing your journal, letters, responses, responses to responses etc.)hasshed some much appreciated sunlight and rainwater on fields of flowers.You've got quite a green thumb there rh! You also wrote, "there is
work tobe done in grief" You're doing a great job--I definitely suggest you
readyour own letter one of these days. thanks for reaching out, and for lettingme reach back--sincerely, anneAnne,I have some sort of nebulous overall plan, but it keeps redefining itself
as I pursue the webpage. Sometimes I view it as a vehicle to get the trunk
loads of work I've written into the public eye, other times as a dynamic
challenge to new work. Then it suddenly turns into a somewhat surreal get-out-the-troops
vehicle for a Summer tour, and then, mutatis mundi, we're in the midst of
a season of grief. I follow my instincts. Sometimes it's a place to air
ancient grievances, sometimes new ones. It's deeply personal and digitally
impersonal at one and the same time. A webpage is a new thing in the world.
The "What is it?" factor is dominant. The rules of the road are
defined for rock and roll, but nothing is defined here. At this stage we
are involved in definition itself. Thanks for your assurance that I'm not
getting it all backwards.Date: Aug 16 1996 3:34 PM EDTFrom: BBodan1630Mr. Hunter,Why the hell am I writing you. Well, it's good therapy. Congealing my thoughts
in some form I suppose. I read your letter that was posted on the website.
Interesting. Seems honest enough. I can't imagine doing it myself. It's
good to see something of the present on the Dead website. I still mourn
seeing a Dead sticker. It's hard to listen to the music. It's still too
much part of the present. I'm not much for nostalgia. I pray to see a band
show the same light as the Dead has. Maybe it's all in my head. I don't
know. I don't even know what was that great about it. The music was pure.
That's all. Nothing hokey. Harmony wasn't a strong point. Nor their tuning.
But that's a little judgemental isn't it? I just love the feeling of it
all. You are right to say that it is something that won't die quickly. What
is going to happen to those that love the music? You can't hold on to something
that is changing every day. People expect the remaining members to churn
out something to make them happy. Forget them. That's what I say. They don't
know music. It was good to read your letter. Good to see that you are a
person too...if you know what I mean. It's gonna come back I know it. Maybe
not as the Dead. But as long as I play I'm gonna work towards it...to get
in touch with it. Give it a voice all can hear. Enough of my romantic dreams.BlairBlair,forget them? Just because they're hard to convince? Only if their intent
is ultimately destructive. I don't see too much of that. But of course,
it may be they wouldn't write to me since I seem to be resisting premature
burial tooth and nail. Some would see this as flogging a dead horse (album
title there?) or as an insult to Garcia's greatness. If so, they are welcome
to go fuck themselves.Subj: Politics is DeadDate: Aug 17 1996 11:44 AM EDTFrom: email@example.com (John R Levene)The Top Ten Ways the Republican Convention is like a Dead Show10) There appears to be a standard dress code9) The audience shouts out requests when they know the performerswon't pay them any attention8) Although it looks like a party, there is a strong commercial aspect7) People have come from all over the country for a four night run6) Performers read off teleprompters5) Not all the balloons are filled with helium4) The headliner has an injured hand3) Over the years, the front men have switched positions repeatedly2) Even though the attendees have heard these words before,they seem to think they are being played differently this time1) Neither has presented a workable economic planJohn:I would take exception with item 6. A teleprompter was provided but obviously
not read from.Date: Aug 17 1996 6:46 PM EDTFrom: firstname.lastname@example.org (Andy Peterson)Robert,I, like a few others I'd seen write, was a bit apprehensive aboutcomposing a note to someone I hold in such high esteem. Afterreading the conversational style of the Mailbag for a while, I thoughtI'd give it a whirl and at minimum express my gratitude.I've enjoyed the web site for a while now. While passing time duringotherwise boring work shifts may not be the highest praise, it's how Ifirst stumbled upon and began to explore the site. I'm certainly pleasedthat I did.I'll just say that I'm glad there are people like you out there, and thatyou're willing to share with the rest of us in such a way. It reallygives me a good feeling to see bleeding-edge technology used forsomething useful and personal. My field of networking can seem rathercold and dry at times. A mesh of cabled boxes chatting amongstthemselves in most unhuman language doesn't lend itself too well to beingconsidered "friendly" or "heartwarming," but when it's
the medium forexpression such as this, I can't help but feel good.I've for a while sensed the on-line community of Friends, and yourMailbag is good proof of that. While hanging out with some family afterone of the Furthur shows, the 'net came up somehow, and I being the soleuser in the group had to explain "what it was good for." A dauntingtask, certainly. I pointed to the big-time information accessibility andsuch, but made it a point to note that it really boils down to acommunity of users, rather than a stark world of information.Like any community, there are prominent figures, those who are quieterthan others, those with their own idiosyncracies. I'm grateful that theprominent ones can be people such as yourself, who actually havesomething to say, rather than something to sell.Keep it up; without the keen minds and the well-crafted words, our community
would be much less colorful.-aphttp://www.uiuc.edu/ph/www/abpetersCCSO Network Operations Center Staff,PGP key avail. via www/mail ECE Student, and general good guy..."Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile..."Andy,passing time during otherwise boring work shifts is as good a way to read
the site as any. The net being so costly to use, it may be the only way
to get through some of the several weeks worth of reading material posted
herein. I know a lot of my stuff goes unread because of that. Most people
do the journals and the mailbag and then really have to get offline before
the phone bill starts mounting up. A lot of Archive readers use free university
network access. The other large group is office workers who hope the boss
doesn't walk in while they're having a peek on company time. There is also
a contingent of goverment workers who read it on time paid for by tax dollars.
Bless them, that makes me feel a lot better about paying my taxes! Thanks
fro the good report of what you've seen so far.From: JenandjezSubj: Further Festival HaikuIt will surprise you --Glitter can strike anywhere,Shine through crowds like music.Fondly, JenniferSubj: Yu Name ItDate: Aug 18 1996 4:14 PM EDTFrom: email@example.comIn my relatively infrequent opportunities to visit your site I cannot helpbut to be deeply moved by someones words. The letter itself and responses
tothe Garcia letter are full of the many aspects of experiencing the of theloss of one so loved. The phenomenon of total love intimacy and closenesscreated in the Grateful Dead family is a unique experiment of our moderntimes. When you all embarked on this adventure, none knowing what it reallywas, but willing to follow the voice, the wheel was set in motion. Thecourage and perseverance has kept the wheel turning longer than anyone couldhave imagined. The spirit of the words and music spoke to the hearts of
manyso intimately that they couldn't help but feel a part of them and those
whouttered them. When Jerry passed on, my experience of the emotions were socomplex it was as if he was my brother, father or best friend. In theprocess of soulsearching these emotions I was able to see the relationshipin the context of us all being one with creation. Jerry and the boys spoketo me because they were me, and I them. The shows were the opportunity forus to experience this oneness with creation first hand, industrial strength.Thousands of souls massed together and truely one. What an achievement,
whatan example to our 3rd dimensional forms that don't want to recognise thispower and knowledge that we all possess. When we were at the shows togetherwe had the 1st taste of merging our light bodies into one indomittable forceof pure bliss. We learned to take that away with us into our everyday livesand our worlds became a better place. With Jerry's death we had to confrontthe fear that our power may go with him. Jerry's job was done, he had shownus the path, he had given us our power and nurtured it to maturity. Often
Icould feel the heavyness this responsibility bore on him and I shared hispain. The children have grown and now they must fly. We have been given
thetorch, all of us, one with each other, in creation. The ship sails on. Weare here, no longer or ever were we, on our own. Thank you Robert forkeeping this place for us to share, to write, to be together. Thank youeveryone for holding the dream and vision that is our life quest. Love ..korySubj: Cyber-VirginityDate: Aug 17 1996 10:37 PM EDTFrom: GMcCarthy@adp.uchc.eduDear RHLet me begin by saying that I don't know my ass from my URL, butthis Internet shit is great. I have never been one for writing fan letters
(or any other letters for that matter ), but I could not pass up theopportunity that your web-site provides.Having recently lost my cyber-virginity to the Dead homepage, I beganreading your Journal, as well as the Mailbag. It has been said better byothers before me, but I too have been overwhelmed with the fact thatsomeone, who has had such a profound impact on the world as I see it, can
beso accessible. As I read your Journal, you become less the ' invisible iconand more a living, breathing, mistake-making human being that you are. Yourhonesty is a breath of fresh air. The respect and love you had for Garciashines forth from your words, as well as the sadness from having lost such
agood friend. And as for whether or not you are a "band" member;
you areeither on the bus or off the bus. You were, and always will be, on the bus.I hope you are enjoying the British Isles. I certainly am. Please, keepup the good work. We need you.Jerry McCarthyHartford, CTJerry,whenever I get off the bus it backs up and runs over my foot. I try, but
it won't let me.Subj: OlympicsDate: Aug 17 1996 10:58 PM EDTFrom: firstname.lastname@example.org (Brennan Donnellan)I sent you some mail before the Olympics, so what the hell, I'll wrapit up here.First, the Mickey percussion part of the Opening Ceremonies wasjoyous! The Ceremonies were such a mix of dancing, singing and paradethat it was hard in single out any artist. But I knew what I waswatching...very cool.Then, my impressions of the Games. It was absolutely the mostwonderful experience of my life! I worked in TV...my part wentbeautifully. Beyond that, to welcome thousands upon thousands ofpeople to my hometown, to see families having so much fun atCentennial Park, to see the whole system working at least sort of aswe had plannned; it made me feel so full of pride and life, I reallydon't have the words to describe it. Honestly, RH, it inspired thekind of feelings that your words usually inspire in me...too bad I'mnot a poet!Then...the bomb!I was there, in the park working when some misguided soul decided toruin it for everyone. Horrible. As a journalist, I saw the injured,worked all night, adrenaline kept me going. I didn't really feelanything until I came home to sleep after 36 hours. God, I was sodevastated, a sudden emotional surge beyond anything I've everimagined. I cried a little, only a little, because I was tremblingwith something I can't describe. The greatest human experience I hadever seen, and I've seen joy at Dead shows, but beyond that, it hadbeen destroyed. My poor brother tried to talk to me, but I was inshock.I slept for a long time.These Games meant a lot to me. I worked for at least two years onthis project.Coming back was inspiring. I remember walking through the park on thelast day of the Games...a band on stage playing favorite oldies forthe crowd....the Sun was bright and hot...I went and found my engravedbrick in the park. I felt as if we had it back...that spirit thatAtlanta was the center of the universe! I saw the small memorial atthe bomb site. There were flowers, flags from several nations. Onthis last day, there was something new; plastic cups set up in a peacesign. Each cup was filled with money, and people were adding more. Ipresume the money was for the families of the victims.I really dunno why I'm dumping all this on you, except I assume you'lllisten. You guys have always been about America, and welcominganyone.I've never been so proud to be an American, seeing how we put on the"best games ever", no matter what Juan Antonio thinks!Thanks for listening!BrennanBrennan,I'm very pleased to have your intensely personal view of what went down.
As I pointed out some mailbags back, whenever the spell is absolutely perfect
and everything is humming beautifully, a naked guy comes crashing through
the drumset. You've just got to set the drums up again and finish the gig.
I think the guy's name is Entropy. He may be a law of the universe.Subj: readingDate: Aug 18 1996 2:07 PM EDTFrom: email@example.comHi Hunter,Working at home Thursday & Friday, I listened to the other Uncle Bill's"Dead City Radio" -- another guy who scored for some real Americana.
Yououghta try a project like that. I want to have the option of turning onyour voice when I read your stuff! (the GD movie notes come to mind here)And I think you have it in you to do this and do it well, as acollaborative effort maybe with some people from within the Dead's circle(Bralove comes to mind) and without (some downtown folks like James "Blood"Ulmer? yeah!).Hope London treats you well,Very best,-alanAlan Murdock // firstname.lastname@example.org // Tokyo, Japan- +Alan,how many full time jobs does one guy need?Date: Aug 17 1996 10:58 PM EDTFrom: Haight710hey and peace to you rhjust another saturday night in enchantment town-just listening to an old relix cd (first cd i ever bought and firstpicture-cd i ever saw (interesting panama red/cheap tequila bottlemotif).always wanted to tell you how much i like the 'aim for the heart' tunetherein- and the trippy guitar changes in 'gypsy parlor light' .sending you good thoughts and as always, peacea and love fromalbuquerque, usa and points onward and upward.dave michelsohn & family (gina, josh, lacey joy, and noah jerome garcia)Dave,I thought "Aim for the Heart" was good enough to get a little
notice, back in those innocent days when I thought all you needed was a
good song well recorded. I resisted the reality of the politics of "racking"
and radio play long enough to qualify me as a card carrying romantic. Once
I did learn, I stopped spending fortunes in the studio to purchase one disillusionment
after another and turned my attentions to writing. It doesn't cost anything
but time and energy to put words on paper.Date: Aug 17 1996 5:18 PM EDTFrom: GLPNews AKSubj: Duino Elegies + moreRobert,This is the first time you've heard from me, although I have visited your
www archives many times. I also enjoyed your live interview on aol with
Mickey and Geoff.Three questions:1. Are you really recording Kerouac? When will those recordings be available?
I am really looking forward to that. Will they be available through GDM?
I'm a frequent shopper there.<I recorded the SF Blues but haven't had the courage to listen to it
back yet. I think it was good, but I need distance in time to listen objectively.>2. I am trying to locate your paperback and cassette tape edition of "Duino
Elegies". Any suggestions, where I might find this treasure?<punch up "Hulogosi" at the bottom of the GD home page>3. I would love to catch one of your live performances. If you maintain
a mailing list of some sort, announcing public appearances I would really
like to be on it.<I don't perform anymore. That doesn't mean I never will, but I have
no plans. Have decided to concentrate my waning energies on what I do best
(writing) not on that in which I merely excel (: !!!I love every word you ever wrote and I sincerely hope there will be many
more words to come. Your lyrics for MYSTERY BOX made be cry. Especially
"The Next Step" and "The Last Song". In my enthusiam
I have turned several people on to MYSTERY BOX.<there's nothing I'd like more than to get down on another album with
Maestro Hart>I was at FURTHUR at Liberty State Park, The Gorge and Veneta with Kesey.
I wish I could have taken the summer off and just followed them around.
The spirit was there and the musicians were great.<I heard LSP was one of the best>PeaceAngelika<and to you. rh>Date: Aug 17 1996 9:36 PM EDTFrom: email@example.com (Christian Crumlish),Martin Fierro made a nice comment from the stage at the Fillmore last night.
something like:you know robert hunter. he wrote some lyrics for us.in doing this, he poured his heart and soul into thisband. i just wanted to say that.Xian,thanks for the report. I love that guy, just like everybody else does. I've
never heard a bigger public grouch on stage. He's just as likely to tell
a wildly applauding Zero audience "Shut UP! You don't know!" as
to tell the worst joke you ever heard. Praise from Marteen is praise indeed.Date: Aug 19 1996 1:20 AM EDTFrom: Beth3b@gnn.com (beth elliott)Don't know if I can get around the phrase "Thank you forsharing," but I appreciate your having done so.I grew up in the Bay Area (b. 1950), so I go way back as aDeadhead. In later years (esp. post-In The Dark), it seemed to methat some folks mistook the Dead and the music, which are/were(?)one facet of the magic in our universe, for the whole thing. Atthe same time, I think people have taken some of the new ways we'dfound at looking at the universe out to more places. Perhaps thenet effect is a wash, I don't know.Still, I think it's true that the music never stopped. Livetapes and Dick's picks are there for folks to use to make magic.And the songs--THE SONGS! They're still meant for people to pickand play, eh? Something about living on in our hearts and voices?Some of my friends feel a gap in their lives without theband. I know I'll miss being able to go to a show with friends andlovers. But I already experience the magic around me in otherforms--maybe Jerry's passing released it from his public image'sshoulders.As I finish writing this, KFOG's playing a reggae version of"Casey Jones." Things that become universal, and widely loved,continue to live. Thanks for getting up on the web!beth elliott (Beth3b@gnn.com)Copywriter/Opiniated Loudmouth* "Sapphistication" every week in the (S.F.) Bay Area Reporter* Coming out in floppyback from Spectrum Press this December:"HELLO TO OBLIVION And Other Post-Blacklist Essays"Beth,some very good points. The GD carried the flag on through the 80's and 90's
-which is either crusading or getting stuck in entropy depending on how
you want to view it. People forget that other bands were much more publically
prominent during the actual "scene" than were the Grateful Dead.
I don't mean "on the scene" itself, we always held our weight
with our sisters and brothers, but the whole charisma of the movement was
finally handed over to us, almost by default (he who laughs last) and, since
a star is required for public focus, Jerry was tapped. Tapped hard. "Huh?"
he said . . .Reminds me, very often, of Dylan's lines: I wait for them to interrupt me
drinking from my broken cup and ask me to open up the gates for you "
- never mind the following chorus.The fact is, many great performers who are still playing (Like Jack &
Jorma) are half forgotten by the public at large in the flashflood of GD
notoriety. I'm not complaining, mind you, but some deeply considered perspective
would surely make a lot of people realize that thinking the 60's movement
is over with the demise of the Dead is more symbolic thinking than actuality.
I don't know how well I expressed that, but I think it's an important point.
And not to forget all the expressions of our culture to which the music
was, in one respect, simply functional background music. It seems people
got so caught up in the soundtrack they stopped watching the movie!rh[Archives] [Index]Postoffice