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Subj: The Archive, of course!Date: Sep 4 1996 1:20 AM EDTFrom: aduttlin@artsci.wustl.edu (Andrew Joseph Duttlinger)Robert,I know that there are lots of voices clamoring for your attention, so I'lltry to be quick and quiet with my own. Thanks for all your efforts withthe archive. It's more than a little bit striking to find such a humanvoice amongst all the noise on the internet, even more so in that it isone that I've heard so many times through the music of the Grateful Dead.I really enjoy reading your ever-evolving journal. I suppose this noteis, in some way, an effort to expiate the somewhat voyeuristic twinge Ifeel from having been made party to that small part of your life whileoffering nothing in return.I don't have any deft turns of phrase or startling insights to convey, butI do want to offer you my gratitude. You've inspired me to begin keepingmy own journal, and someday I hope to be able to look back on it and seewhere I've been and how it got me wherever it is that I end up. Thanksfor helping me start a map of the journey.Keep up the good work with the archive. It means something to lots of us.AndyAndy,it hadn't occurred to me that I was turning my readers into a bunch of voyeurs, nor myself into an exhibitionist. Better to think of it all as just a long, detailed letter to a friend. That's what I do. In a way, it's what I've always done. I'm just expressing myself a bit more clearly these days.Subj: journalDate: Sep 4 1996 9:08 PM EDTFrom: tyler@efn.org (Tyler Hart)>Wouldn't that be a strange trip>to end all strange trips if this adventure in communication were>reasonably balanced people will realize they have no further>place in it.Well, there are an awful lot of Discordians, either by name or nature,amongst the deadhead crowd; and we have a reputation for being rather harshon false prophets. Anyone who tries to make a deity out of your friend willhave to put up with a very large amount of extremely brutal abuse, I canassure you. It's not too often we get such a wonderfully valid target tovent our general frustrations on. Seems to me like most of the Valid LifeLessons (tm) to be learned from the man's life (one way, not the only, oflooking at it) lose their punch if you make him out to be some kinda chromeplated git-tar slingin redemption machine.A long thread on the Together list came more or less to the conclusion thatone of the most powerful things about the Dead & Jerry in particular camefrom knowing that these were reg'lar type fucked up humans channeling allthat super heavy transforming magic. "If you can do it then so can I", yes?Very encouraging, especially as I never knew any perfect folks & so if myfriends and I are ever gonna accomplish much it's nice to see real work canbe done without having to be from planet Krypton or the like.>If I don't deconstruct with love,>someone else will be happy to do it with hate.Well, they're going to anyway. Just do it better, and be ready to do muchheavy battle if you wish to remain engaged. It's only a matter of timebefore the heavy guns acquire their latest target, most likely with nothingbut the best of intentions as usual. Yes, the loving rebuttal...beat themto the punch...quite beautiful, really. Nice to see you a step ahead, notthat that's so unusual or anything.Liked your little What Is Deconstruction Anyway bit. So much so I reallyhave nothing more to add...oh, no, of course I do. How could I resist? Justthis: the black-hat episodes of deconstruction are not just fromoverenthusiatic academics who get whirled down the into navel-gazinginfinite regress. They usually shoot themselves in the foot, attempting toargue every side against the middle. The meanies are the cynical and/ornihilistic souls who see a nifty tool for pulling everyone else down intotheir individual abysses. "I can't feel happiness, so it must be anillusion when other people experience it, and I have the tools to proveit."And yes, the digital life and deconstruction go hand in hand. Something todo with realities-per-minute, I think.> Perhaps it was the dance of death going on, not entirely unbeknownst,>from the stage that gave the whole show that "extra something."Hrmf. I thought that was what gave it the manic edge. Frankly, it was realobvious that he was gonna be gone before too long, which made a lot offolks including myself desperate to catch every drop possible before thewell ran dry. Gave it that berserk millenial flavor, which makes any actionexcusable. From inside the mindset, of course, not in hindsight.>Systems are subject to entropy and entropy is the>enemy: a mere shuttling between order and disorder.This was supposed to invite comment, you said. Er, well, you're not farfrom a tautology here, and I agree with the basic notion as I understandit, life vs. entropy and all that...in fact I've been known to blather onabout it at length, usually in the context of complexity theory. Depends onwhat you mean by "system"...complex, dynamic systems that exhibit emergentorder seem to be the mechanism by which entropy is defeated. The entropy isstill there at the edges, but the condensing structure hopefully wins therace, moment to moment. If you stop pushing energy into the system- eitherto admire its beauty or gaze in horror at the encroaching entropy- you runthe risk of the dissipation catching up with you. So keep moving.As an odd little girl once told Mr. Kesey: entropy is only a problem in aclosed system. Where's the roof on this universe? That silly gnab gib thingpeople worry about? Well, there's a side door, I think. I hope.>Gnosticism is by and large all the stuff that got weeded out of official>Catholicism at some early council I can't remember the name ofAlexandria (Tyler Hart, Apprentice Comparative Mystical Religion Nut, atyour service)> Philip K. Dick had a keen appreciation of Gnosticism and wrote>many of his novels along those themes.You've pointed a guy who's into the Gnostics- and therefore may well behaving gnostic experiences- towards Phil Dick? Heh. Heh. Well, that shouldmake things interesting...still got a touch of prankster there, eh?>I would much rather hear Mystery Box in a good>concert hall setting, with one opening act, than out in the random elements>with a day full of music behind me. But I'm an old fart too.I'm not- yet- and I agree with you. In fact I'm a stone boogie chile anddug like crazy gettin' down in the open fields, with room to dance andfreak freely; but give me my next Box in a really tight hall, yeah sure anopener, then at least and hour and a half or 2 hours of mystery. Some onetell him to play the beam more! I know, I know, it's like herding cats, butI have to vent somewhere.Anyway, he's sold me & mine the box, now we'll go wherever he opens it, sowhy not the really nice halls?Tyler,I liked this statement so much I quoted it to Alan today: "The entropy isstill there at the edges, but the condensing structure hopefully wins therace, moment to moment. If you stop pushing energy into the system- eitherto admire its beauty or gaze in horror at the encroaching entropy- you runthe risk of the dissipation catching up with you. So keep moving."You've said in a coconut shell the reason I've had problems, since thebeginning, with the historicization of the Grateful Dead. I refused to stopand look at it in some kind of premature historic context out of a very realfear it would begin crystalizing too soon. Whatever it was, it was alwaysnecessary to work full time making it something else - until that simplybecame impossible due to the immense gravity absolutely forcing positiveentropy on the system. I once wrote a long trilogy called "Bride of Entropy"of which "An American Adventure" is the opening segment. Entropy is one of mymajor underlying metaphors, an awareness of which conditions much of my work,since the very beginning. I've accepted the inevitable since I startedwriting for the band - there was a clear arc of vision from point A right tothe end, and I recorded the process along with suitable (and useless)warnings all along. The resultant work appears prescient, I'm aware of that,but, let me hasten to say: any fool could plainly see . . .I think the only way of forestalling entropy is to work like a sonofabitchwhen caught in a heavy gravity field. Even resting is working, if it's donein the service of gathering energy to charge foreward without burning outand, thus, succumbing to entropy through the apathy of weakness.Here is the preface to "Bride of Entropy" lifted right out of the dictionary,just so everybody knows what we're discussing here when I jam this in themailbag-Entropy:1a:a measure of the unavailable energyin a closed thermodynamic systemso related to the state of the systemthat a change in the measure varieswith change in the ratio ofthe increment of heat taken into the absolute temperatureat which it is absorbed.b:a measure of the disorder ofa closed thermodynamic systemin terms of a constant multipleof the natural logarithm ofthe probability of the occurrenceof a particular moleculararrangement of the systemthat by suitable choice of a constantreduces to the measureof unavailable energy.2:a measure of the amountof information in a messagethat is based on the logarithm ofthe number of possibleequivalent messages.3:the degradation of the matterand the energy in the universeto an ultimate state of inert uniformity.4:the steady degradationor disorganization ofa system or society.(Webster's 9th New Collegiate. Dict.)rhSubj: No SubjectDate: Sep 4 1996 11:11 AM EDTFrom: dbarton@ea.net (Dave Barton)Dear RH-I have been gradually catching up on archive and mailbag postings over thelast month or so. Had been peripherally aware of your efforts before that,but was inspired to look more closely after a fine local radio station (thebest and most non- commercial commercial station I've ever heard) read yourletter on the anniversary of JG's death. It was enjoyable to hear somegenuine thoughts from someone close to the man, without the usual mediafocus on their view of the Grateful Dead (hippies, drugs, 60s anachronism,trippers following Jerry the guru, etc.). Most media accounts over theyears have made little, if any mention of the fact that this was a musicalgroup, and the thing that brought all these people together was anappreciation for the music. Long live alternative media and the means forfree expression!It's been interesting to read the journals in order in a compressed time,rather than as they were written. They provide insight into not only yourthoughts about the subject of the day as stated or implied, but to the upsand downs and rythyms of life that effect us all. You're kind to share yourday to day existence with us in this relatively unfiltered format.It's also good to read about how people in the Dead community are copingwith the loss of one of their anchors. Most people seem to be doing O.K. Itake refuge in a few different ways. First, I recognize that in the realmof musical performance, Jerry and the Grateful Dead provided one of thelongest lived and most diverse collections of works in history (thanks in nosmall part to lyrical contributions) and that their work is betterdocumented than any musical endeavor ever. I know that I can spend the restof my life discovering terrific music for the first time from my favoriteband. Also, I will continue to enjoy the friends I've made in our commonpursuit of musical fulfillment. Second, I try to live by a philosophy thatwas expressed by Jerry "The Bama" Washington, a popular public radio bluesDJ in Washington DC for many years. Mr. Washington was nearly blind and ina wheelchair for the last years of his life, but his radio show brilliantlycombined the blues with optimism, humor, double entendre, and spirit. Hepassed away about a year and a half ago, and you could hear his decline overthe last couple of years, similar to the way we witnessed JG's in his lastyears. The Bama counseled that "It's not a sin to fall, but it's more ofone to wallow". It sounds to some like oversimplification, but it meant alot coming from him. Third, the music scene in this country and others isterrific rght now. We've gotten over the heavy metal and rap obsession ofthe late '80s (valid art forms, but not my favorites) and there's so muchgood music to checkout that you can't keep up with it all. Most Deadheadsare good about this, but I remind everyone to find and support good radiostations, music stores, and local musicians and their venues. Keep an openmusical mind, and enjoy.To you, RH, I always enjoyed hearing you perform your songs in their simplermusical contexts. I had hoped for years that the Dead would get around toredoing "Terrapin" with all the parts and sans some of the studio send up.It's terrific on "Jack O' Roses". It was nice to read in your letter to JGthat he at least considered it. It's interesting to know of his concernthat he wouldn't have time to do it justice. Ah, what might have been. (notwallowing, just musing). I'd love to get a CD of Jack O' Roses for thepermanent collection, but realize that's probably not in the cards. We dohave an old vinyl copy in the family, at my brother's.Best to you and yours. Keep up the good work. It is relevant and useful,in my humble opinion. It's certainly not as if your tree is falling and noone's hearing it.Dave,yes, our tree is falling, isn't it? That's one of the predictible changes. Many good people out there who wish us well, but they don't constitute a viable support system. If it might be, I only hope we fall with grace and dignity and don't piddle out trying to cop every last penny folks are willing to toss into our cigar box.One problem with being on the line for thirty years is that our crew has aged along with the rest of us, and for many of them being a part of the Grateful Dead is all they really know how to do. Of course, the problem of redundancy is not unique to this group of people. The job market is not exactly crying out for women in their fifties with secretarial and accounting skills or roadies of similar age. For them, the musical legacy we have left behind is small comfort. But it means a lot to me and I thank you for the handsomely stated thoughts.September 04, 1996 8:27 AMFrom: swright@copyright.comSpent some time out (up) in Steamboat Springs, Colorado this weekend; sawThe Grisman Quintet perform in front of about 75 people on the town lawn;good stuff.Even better.....moseyed into an old record store where lo and behold, an8x10 of a 25 year- old Robert Hunter hung behind the counter. The twenty (orso) year old clerk caught me checking it out, and said, "Man the Dead neverwere the same after pigpen died, eh"? I said nope, still waiting for thecaffeine to kick in.It took me another minute or so to understand that this fellow thought youwuz Pig, and Pig wuz you.I asked him if he had ever heard of Robert Hunter, and he said, "Yeh, didn'the write Dark Star"?I was going to tell him no, actually it wrote him, but it *was* only 10am orso, so I gave him your url, smiled and left.steveSubj: 9/5 JournalDate: Sep 8 1996 9:30 PM EDTFrom: jekiely@buttercup.cybernex.net (John Kiely)Hello Robert,Just read your 9/5 journal. You don't need to do anything with our beliefand loyalty. It's a trip to ride with this along with you. It doesn't matterto me where it or you are going. This is simply a nice place to plug in, andI appreciate your providing us with an open window to your mind. This isinteresting and special, I leave it at that."Something new is waiting to be born."I caught my 2 year old dancing around his room with a toy microphone singingthe chorus to Uncle John's Band this afternoon. He got most of the wordsright too.Nice to hear from you.John KielyJohn,nice to hear from you again. You're right - I do take too much responsibility on myself. Would definitely like to stop short of megalomania. I think I do understand that communication is enough and that's when the journal gets lighter and brighter. One gets in odd habits when having a voice such as the Grateful Dead to speak through. I had to develop a strong self-busting mechanism. I need to believe my own words "it all works out if you leave it alone." But sometimes I can't help tinkering. Regards to your son Sean.Subj: Computer Virus AlertDate: Sep 4 1996 11:49 AM EDTFrom: crabette@specdata.com (Leda Barasch)Hey rh,Welcome home! I've never written to you before and when I really getaround to it, I'm sure I'll have plenty to say, however, I received e-mailfrom a friend today who warned me of some nasty computer virus and Ithought I'd forward the message. I know you read lots of mail from lots ofpeople you don't really *know* so please be on the look out! I've heardfrom others that this virus has been around for a few so perhaps it's oldnews to you, but the friend that passed the message on to me is veryknowledgeable about computers and if she's sending a warning today, thisthing must've made a comeback.BTW, I've been reading your archives on dead.net and want to take a momentto thank you for opening up and sharing yourself with us this way. Yoursis one of the few sites where I could spend days reading all there is toread and still want to come back for more. I've also reconnected with anold friend of mine via his letter to you in the Mailbag. Did anyone evertell you you have a knack for articulating what many of us feel in ourhearts, but can't quite put a cognitive finger on? I'm sure someone has.Please allow me to be the umpteenth person to praise your spirit.Best, Leda BaraschLeda,you know what I liked about England? You know how much something costs. If it says 5£ , it costs 5£, not 5£ and 28 pence. I wonderif that unknown amount of tax that'll be required on each expenditure hasn't done some peculiar little twist to the American character . . .Alan Trist asked me today "Don't you find your answers to all that email get repetitive?" I said, "No. Never."By the way, the "Good Times" computer virus is a famous old hoax. Most of them are. The real virus is those emails. I've seen the Good Times letter several times. There was a new actual virus out a couple of weeks ago, I think it was called Forth, but it was apparently pretty lame and only affected windows computers of a certain kind, not very badly, and then destroyed itself so it couldn't replicate. Anyway, back up your data on a cheap removable hard disk for a dozen good reasons, virus being the least of them.Glad you met an old friend via the mailbag. Hope you meet some new ones too. If you like someone's style, remember everyone likes something in their mailbox. I originally hoped we might get some sort of online community happening via the mailbag, but so far I haven't heard any report of that occurring. Pipedreams. Thanks for the good words on the Archive.rhForwarded message:>Date: 04 Sep 1996 08:20:13 -0500>(Return requested),>Subject: Computer Virus Alert>MIME-Version: 1.0>>I got this in my e-mail today, about an especially nasty computer virus.>PLEASE READ THIS THOROUGHLY!>>Jill>> >There is a computer virus that is being sent across the Internet. If you> >>>>receive an email message with the subject line "Good Times", DO = NOT> >read> >>>>the message, DELETE it immediately. Please read the messages below.> Some> >>>>miscreant is sending email under the title "Good Times" nationwide, if> >you> >>>>get anything like this, DON'T DOWN LOAD THE FILE! It has a virus that> >>>>rewrites your hard drive, obliterating anything on >it.> >>>> Please be careful and forward this mail to anyone you care about.> >>>>> >>>> WARNING!!!!!!! INTERNET VIRUS> >>>>> >>>>> >>>> The FCC released a warning last Wednesday concerning a matter of> major> >>>>importance to any regular user of the Internet. Apparently a new> >computer> >>>>virus has been engineered by a user of AMERICA ON LINE that is> >>>>unparalleled in its destructive capability. Other more well-known> viruses> >>>>such as "Stoned", "Airwolf" and "Michaelangelo" pale in comparison to> the> >>>>prospects of this newest creation by a warped mentality. What makesthis> >>>>virus so terrifying, said the FCC, is the fact that no program needs to> >be> >>>>exchanged for a new computer to be infected. It can be spread through> the> >>>>existing email systems of the Internet.> >>>>> >>>>Once a Computer is infected, one of several things can happen. If the> >>>>computer contains a hard drive, that will most likely be destroyed.If> >>>>the program is not stopped, the computer's processor will be placed in> >an> >>>>nth-complexity infinite binary loop -which can severely damage the> >>>>processor if left running that way too long.> >>>>> >>>>Unfortunately, most novice computer users will not realize what is> >>>>happening until it is far too late. Luckily, there is one sure means of> >>>>detecting what is now known as the "Good Times" virus. It alwaystravels> >to> >>>>new computers the same way in a text email message with the subjectline> >>>>reading "Good Times". Avoiding infection is easy once the file has been> >>>>received simply by NOT READING IT! The act of loading the file intothe> >>>>mail server's ASCII buffer causes the "Good Times" mainline program to> >>>>initialize and execute. The program is highly intelligent- it willsend> >>>>copies of itself to everyone whose email address is contained in a> >>>>receive-mail file or a sent-mail file, if it can find one. It will then> >>>>proceed to trash the computer it is running on. The bottom line is: -> if> >>>>you receive a file with the subject line "Good Times", delete it> >>>>immediately! Do not read it" Rest assured that whoever's name was on> the> >>>>"From" line was surely struck by the virus. Warn your friends and> local> >>>>system users of this newest threat to the Internet could save them alot> >of> >>>>time and money.> >>>>> >>>> Could you pass this along to your global mailing list as well?Subj: Just some ramblingsDate: Sep 4 1996 3:42 PM EDTFrom: johns@grifcon.com (John Schaible)Hello Robert,Glad to have you back home again, although, in cyberspace, I guessanywhere with a connection could be your home as far as I know. Hopeyour vacation was what you intended it to be. I must say I enjoyed thepictures you posted almost as much as the journals - gave the journalsjust that little bit of added color that plain 'ole text needssometimes.Well, I have recently read the interview that you, Mickey, Phil, and Bobgave to Musician magazine, and, as usual, I found all of your commentsinsightful. However, I have to tell you that I disagree with you on onepoint you made. I will paraphrase you because I do not have the articlehere in front of me to look at, but you said something to the effectthat the fans are mourning the passing of the Grateful Dead as they knewit. You then go on to say that the real thing that happened was not themusic, but the community. This is where I have to take exception withyou. I really believe it was the music that happened. The communitywas a really nice bi-product, but not the central hub of it all.Obviously, the Grateful Dead were many things to many people, and who amI to go spouting off, half cocked and half informed. However, if Jerryand Bob and Phil and Mickey and Bill and Pig all got onstage and justsat there and talked about the universe, I don't think much would havehappened. I could be wrong here, but, put some instruments in thoseguys' hands, and SOMETHING (whatever it was) certainly did happen. Itgoes back to what Mickey is always talking about - the magic in music.Music is what drew me to the Dead, not the community, although I foundcomfort and friendship and a home there later on. It is a wonderfulthing that the community is surviving without the music, but, do I daresay it yet again, it just ain't the same. I really think it's abouthigh time that the music is given it's due (outside of the Deadcommunity). You and the boys made some great music, lasting music. Itwasn't a fad or some hippie pipe dream. As you said yourself, you guyscreated a genuine piece of Americana, no small feat I might add. Themusic stands on it's own, and should be judged on it's own with no extraDead culture/community baggage attached. Ok, I'll step off of my soapbox now.Speaking of the music. I know that Phil is particularly picky when itcomes to the music, and I guess that's a good thing, but I was a littlelet down when Phil remarked that he hadn't found anything "good" yetfrom the most recent shows. Please tell Phil that there were some greatmoments in '95 - not as many as we all would have liked, but they areout there. And if he thinks that all of the '95 shows were bad, pleaserefer him to this quote from your friend JG - "When a Grateful Dead showis horrible, it's interesting".All of this talk of the music leads me to a question. I read in thejournal that you did not see the Dead play much in the last decade.Well then, did/do you listen to any tapes of shows. Do you ever go homeand think to yourself, "gee, I'd really like to hear a killerScarlet/Fire"? If not, I wonder what your perception of the bands'evolution in sound and style over the years (and how this affected yoursongs) would be like, or, for that matter, if you even care. If youdon't really listen to the band, if for no other reason than purecuriosity, I would really like to direct you to 3/21/94. This showcontains mabye the best Stella Blue that they ever played.Well, enough of the Dead related stuff. You are kind of related tothem, and your ear is easiest to bend, so I send these ramblings to youperiodically. I hope I am not abusing this privelege. Before I saygood bye, I wanted to tell you that I have just begun reading TheGiant's Harp. I am only two chapters in, so I will save my thoughts foranother time. I will tell you that I am enjoying reading it. If it'sanywhere near as enjoyable writing it as it is reading it, then I thinkyou're on the right track.Best regards,John SchaibleJohn,a thousand monks, a thousand religions - the Grateful Dead was not mine. My involvement was too deeply personal. Because of one thing or another, what brought pleasure to others might very well bring me other sensations, particularly in later years when I knew things that have only lately become public knowledge. Remember that the lows, as well as the highs, of much of my life were involved in the development of many of those songs. Bits of my heart. However, I could appreciate the community who listened to it with more innocent ears than mine. They kept me attentive to my part of the bargain. I'd like to have had a chance to hear the Dead as others heard it, with neiter creative nor interpersonal involvement, so I could judge objectively. I might have loved them, I might not. I suspect the former, but there's really no way to say.rhps: I haven't seen the Musician article myself. Hope I didn't say anything so blatant, or that the context justified it, or editing created it, because it's certainly not my opinion that the music wasn't very important indeed.Subj: Now i understand.Date: Sep 4 1996 1:23 PM EDTFrom: donenv@village.ios.com (Tim Donohoe)After a summer of computer abstinence, I return to your mailbag and findout that you actually wrote the Bible, Jesus (I mean gee) how'd you keep*that* a secret for so long?Tim,by blackmail, extortion and brute force.rhps: get a King James Bible. Go to Psalm 46. Read word number 46. Then start at the end and count 46 words back (not counting the last word "Selah" which is a formal ending word akin to "Amen."Date: Sep 3 1996 1:40 PM EDTFrom: skinguys@u.washington.edu (R. Zehring)rh,On Fri, 30 Aug 1996 you wrote:> John,> I read that book. I think Mickey laid it on me a couple of years ago. Heavy.> The stuff about sleeping in a totally dark, utterly quiet room - I dunno -> nice work if you can get it!Thanks for your response, you know books are books. The philosphy tomescan either sink you to the bottom or lift you for a couple of days. Thehard part is taking anything real from them. I guess that depends on theintent with which the words were laid down. I've always enjoyed your flairwith the language. I really like "Dry Dusty Road" and "Rueben & Cherise".Actually there are numerous works of yours that are required listeningseveral times a year. I prefer your solo renditions of the songsto the GD or Garcia.I had read a couple years back that a lot your songs with Garcia wereloosely based on the idea of a recurring character. I think it wasmentioned that the idea of a movie or some other consolidation of thatcharacter was in the works. It sounded rather compelling. That characterseemed to be almost a warts and all american archetype. An update of theamerican folk hero. Was that interview speak or was that a consciousdirection in your songs? Just a wonderin'!The idea of fielding the scattered remains of the GD fan base andpurging their emotions is truly a heroic task. Life is better when onefollows their instincts despite the odds and the first glance. Like thewise man said,"You get more stinkin' from thinkin' than you do fromdrinkin'!" I believe I'll leave the e-mailing to those more eloquent thanme. I just wanted to pass on my deepest respect for you and the workyou've done and thanks a thousand-times over.Take care,johnjohnJohn,I think it's good that you make a distinction between the rambling of interviewspeakand long term purposeful direction. I'd have to say that the realization that there wassomething like a central character came after, rather than before, the fact.Subj: Traveling & 'Unwine'Date: Sep 4 1996 7:12 AM EDTFrom: magistro@pluto.gaylord.com (Magistro, John)rh,Welcome Back. How goes? Hope your time over seas was both relaxing andenjoyable. I have a couple questions for ya. First, how does one get thefirst 7 chapters of Giant's Harp in individual .pdf format, is there aplace, is their a person?Second, what's the deal with the 'Steal Your Face' logo on thenon-alcoholic wine? I mean, WTF! Man it sure was nice of 'them' to waita year after Jerry's passing before the mass marketing began.Of course I have been known to be a bit cynical at times so maybe it'sjust that it caught me off guard. But I had just read your piece"An American Adventure" and there was this commercializationof something that was by most standards a commercial flop-with the exception of the tours of course.Any how, I was hoping to get some input from you about this breweryusing 'Dead' artwork to sell beverages. In your opinion, good, bad orindifferent.jmps.hope the jet lag is short lived.John,had heard something about the wine and forgotten it. I guess my question would have to be "Is the wine any good?" As for merchandising, face it: after you sell everything else in the attic, you sell the spiders. Do I like it? I think I'll just cultivate a growing indifference to anything that has to do with selling out the peripherals or I'll spend a lot of time crying in my wine.Date: Sep 5 1996 5:19 AM EDTrh,I suppose you're correct. Although the band is no longer, the enterprisefeels it must continue and find some means by which to generate income.The pursuit of capital is, after all, the main quest of a capitalistsociety. Which is fine so-long-as you don't rip no one off in theprocess.John.ps. I apologize to you and yours if it's not a good topic, and hope itdid not bring you down after what seems to have been great trip.John,Don't worry about it. I've spent some time reconsidering my answer to your letter. I read in a newspaper article that the contract for the wine was signed by the band, including Jerry. Since they still had a tour ahead of them and every prospect of good income, the motive is unclear to me. Well, perhaps not entirely. This is a matter of public record and I don't want to give a false impression, however comforting, that this dealing of the logo to a corporation was a desperation move brought on by the present state of the enterprise.As you may notice, I don't view myself as an apologist for the Grateful Dead. This does not mean I'm letting the side down. Letting the side down, to me, would mean trying to throw up a smokescreen over things at this late date and trying to practice deceptive or evasive damage control. Things happened, may continue to happen, which will chip away at the "logo," so that it comes to represent less the freewheeling spirit of the Grateful Dead and its supporters than an emblem of financial capitulation. I'd personally like to hamstring this potential. As a poet, I know the power of symbols. I know that the swastika was once the Hopi Indian symbol of good luck. If our logo is becoming somewhat tarnished through ill advised actions, I can only hope that it not be eventually blackened.You will see much to dismay you in these late days. Balance it with what we all have just cause to be proud of. If the balance fails to convince, don't lose your faith. Just take it elsewhere.rhps: I still hope that the wine is good. That onus must be on the vintners. The idea that the symbol that stands for, among other things, my own life's work, should be afixed to bottles of poor wine would be particularly galling.Subj: A question...of interestDate: Sep 5 1996 1:20 AM EDTFrom: yu102971@yorku.ca (Christopher Neylan)Robert Hunter,Firstly I shall say thankyou, for your words and thoughts. I haveenjoyed you Web page each week. I was reading your journal from 8/28/96,and I came across this you wrote....>>OK - went out for a short stroll, got out my camera, snapped a bunch ofpictures, noted a lot of people in worse shape than I am, and feelrelatively better. I think it's the thought that my eyes don't want toaccomodate all the writing I want to be doing that started this off. Buthell, James Joyce had to write on a blackboard in big letters with chalkand have a secretary transcribe it! I should complain? But it got me tothinking how much my eyes mean to me. They let me see the faces of thepeople I love and allow me to consider the words I write.<<It reminded me of a seminar I had at a camp I attended a few years ago. Wehad this seminar of questions, basically several mini-discussions. One ofthe questions was if you had to lose either your sight or hearing whichwould you choose? As a musician myself I found this hard, because it'shard to imagine living without either one. Feel free not to answer as itis kind of a strange thing to think about, it's just that reading your pagereally took me back to that time in my life. So thanks for jogging mymemory.Well, see ya round.Christopher NeylanChristopher,loss of hearing would at least have some positive features, such as not being awakened at 6am by the garbage truck. But I fear if I could not see, I couldn't write. I've tried using a tape recorder, but it just doesn't work for me. And if I couldn't write, I couldn't live. So the question is answered for me.By the way, the migraine went away and didn't return.Date: Sep 5 1996 9:52 PM EDTFrom: deadhead@worldnet.att.net (deadhead)I am one of those who has been reading the journals and have finally decidedto get my butt in gear and fill a little place in your mailbox.I appreciate what you are doing with the web site and the wholedeconstruction thing. After Jerry died, I couldn't get enough of the newsreports and articles, pictures attitudes and other "stuff". I was lookingfor something, I'm still not sure what it was or is. The other day I wasdriving along and listening to a copy of a tape of my first show from LakePlacid in 1983. Listening to the awesome Sugaree, I felt the hair on myneck stand on end and could picture the show and remembered the peoplearound me and the sheer bliss of the moment.At the Further Fest show I attended this summer, I ran into all sorts ofpeople from all parts of my life that I only used to run into at shows. Ihad that same feeling again. There is nothing like a Dead (now Deadhead)show. People still ask me, upon finding out that I'm a Deadhead, what itwas that I saw in a band that seemed to play so much music that to them "allsounds alike"? I always tell them that the difference is in the details.Its the special version of Sugaree, the Shakedown from Syracuse, the wayJerry's voice sounds in certain sad songs and the way the lights lookedduring that one version of Playin that I will never forget.Its the people that I met and became friends with because of the shows. Itsthe people that I could always count on seeing only at shows so there wasnever a reason to get an up to date address or phone number. (I actuallyborrowed that thought from something I just read.) Its the people that Ihave worked with and around for years who expressed their sadness atsomething they couldn't understand but knew was a big part of my life.I seem to be rambling pointlessly here when all I really wanted to do wsexpress was my gratitude for your efforts and consideration.Peace,CarlCarl,ramble away. That's what the mailbox is for. That's what the music's for. It might even be what life is for, for all I know. I'm glad you enjoy the journals. It's kind of a public service to show appreciation for all the devotion directed toward us over the years. Seems like people should get a chance to see what happens after the flood. That's part of the story too. Besides I like to ramble.Date: Sep 5 1996 6:16 PM EDTFrom: likeeper@netaxis.com (Long Island Soundkeeper)Hey there--wondering when you might be posting more of the Giants Harp, orif more even exists at this point. I know you've taken on an enormousendeavor with your archives (or maybe I should say you've turned it into anenormous endeavor, for which I am very grateful). I just wanted to let youknow I got very deep into the story, and am now anxiously awaiting furtherchapters--no pressure--just encouragement. Boy I'll bet you're just aboutdrowning in encouragement at this point. The type of communication you'veachieved through your page is really wonderful though--its just about asclose to pure communication through words as I've experienced. Reading yourjournals, and responses is like one of those conversations that happens attimes and in places, and in numerous conditions just come together, so you'rereally communicating, and its exciting--Your journal preserves that purity.Its funny, reading over my own journal, I feel the same kind ofunderstanding and recognition of the thoughts and experiences on the pages,of course, those are my own, but they were written over the years indifferent realities at different times. I've never had the chance to readsomeone elses journal though--thanks--love--anneAnne,Got Chapter 17 of Giant's Harp done while in London, but want to hold it until I finish Chapter 18., which presents some problems. Both are short and consecutive, so I thought I'd publish them together. I might put them up before the new edition target date of the 15th, if I get #18 done earlier. Only three more chapters to go after that. Much as I love it, it'll be a relief finishing. It takes a good chunk of my time which will then be free to devote to other aspects of the page. In fact, why don't I wrap this letter up, with thanks, and get to work . . .rhps - next morning: got halfway through #18 last night after solving a problem with it which had been hanging me up - realized I couldn't get away with narrative in the situation and had to resort to detailed dialogue. In narrative, a writer tells the reader what to think about things - in dialogue, allows the reader to overhear and make up her own mind. Thanks for turning my attention to the Harp or I would have spent the evening answering mail and rambling in the journal.Date: Sep 7 1996 12:58 PM EDTFrom: EYESNGARTSubj: Back HomeHowdy HunterI trust you are safely ensconsed in the lair of the beast? I LOVED the picture of the yellow sky over London. In fact, the digital camera and your descriptions of your journey made me feel, at times, that I had made the trip. Thanks! There are two questions on my mind. The first about "Built To Last". My wife and I have been listening to it lately. I always thought it was a great song - searing lyrics driving home an eternal question and describing the ebb and flow of life and the things one must respond to when laid at one's feet. I think (not being a Deadbase freak) I may have seen the last public perfomance of it by The Grateful Dead at Albany's Knickerbocker in Spring 1990 (opened the second set, I believe). The question, of course, is why did Jerry stop doing it? Certainly several months later when Brent died a bunch of tunes died as well, but they were Brent's and JPB's and this was yours and Jerry's. Besides, the last sounding occurred months before - so why? Some suggested that since the record had not done well, Jerry was pissed. That seemed utterly ridiculous to me considering the previous 25 odd years of record making and music playing. It seemed much more likely that Jerry was troubled by the arrangement. I guess since I liked it so much, I couldn't really believe that either. Can you shed light? Next question: Perhaps it is your libertarian streak or maybe because he was such an important figure in my own life that I am overlaying some of his words and themes on yours, but there are times in both your fiction and non-fiction that I detect a flavor of Robert A. Heinlein. The one time when we met and spoke briefly, it was of literature, but it was mainly of Proust and Thomas Mann - obviously a different matrix than Heinlein's brand of speculative fiction (I mean here the stuff he wrote before he got stuck in his own musings and grumbles toward the end of his life). Any truth here or am I operating out of my own head?Thanks for the webpage and keeping us in touch with headquarters.PeacePhilPhil,tunes dropped out of repertoire for years at a time, replaced by others, for no other reason than to have a different show. If a complex tune dropped out, it would need to be rehearsed to be brought back in, and there are so many songs some of them just went bye-bye. As I stopped going to shows, becoming less interested in pushing my material on an increasingly apathetic collaborator, a lot of my songs were replaced in the repertoire with cover tunes, which the audience found quite acceptable. I was never clear on what the message was, other than that my less than subserviant stance, born of frustration, was unacceptable and I was being deleted insofar as that was possible to do, considering the backbone of the repertoire. It wasn't a highly motivating situation. As the 90's rolled round, I invested my songwriting abilities in Zero, where I once again found the mutual respect and excitement in creating that is such an important part of collaboration. When I received my final phone call from Jerry, it seemed like he was ready to put all the weirdness behind us and get back to business. He knew that his addiction had led to this creative impasse -he was unavailable for years at a time, other than for musical projects he could accomplish standing on his head- and it was imperative that I seek elsewhere.My feeling is that I have only so many years I can presumably count on to complete the work I feel it is in me to do. There has always been a sense of urgency about it. I waste that ability at the price of my self respect. You may adjudge, by the amount of work I put into this Archive, how much creative energy I have at tap. Use it or lose it. At one time it was all put at the service of the Grateful Dead.As to your other question, yes, I was a big Heinlein fan in my teens. By the time he wrote "Stanger in a Strange Land" I'd lost interest though, and didn't read the book. In my twenties, I was too busy writing to read much of anything at all, a situation which was remedied in my thirties and forties. In my mid-fifties, I read very little because I spend all my time writing. Am currently moving at a snail's pace through Ackroy's biograpy of Wm. Blake - whose poetry I read great gobs of several years ago while walking the treadmill. It's good to have your blood charging when you read Blake.Subj: left on shelves collecting dust?Date: Sep 7 1996 1:35 AM EDTFrom: grid@azstarnet.com (C.S.Convery)This is starting to get interesting. Especially for someone who dropped outof the Dead scene sometime in the early eighties. It just wasn't weirdenough anymore. I must say however your brooding dark tone comes throughloud and clear in your journal. The fact that people are still interestedin pursuing this weirdness is hopeful. I must admit looking back on thedead shows that thousands of people staring at 5 people wondering what theywould do next and no-one having a clue was a weirdness paradise. Mysuggestion for the site is some kind of focus for these ideas. Categoriescome to mind but reek of control. My point is I would like to see somerelationship between these ideas. Some chemistry if you will. A mailbagseems like too many people talking at once. Maybe regions of the country?Or random alphabetical letter headings? Topics also come to mind but reekof "Coffee Talk." Forums aren't weird enough. Maybe Hyper-linked threads?DunnoCSC.S.seems to me sheer anarchy is the only workable proposition. The lack of direction in the mailbag refects something similar in the community, but it does help define and perpetuate a sense of that community. It doesn't know what it is but is in the process of discovering itself. I feel that a light hand on the direction knob is indicated. I've felt a sense of direction emerging at times, in waves, but the waves roll out again. There are a few things I've encouraged dialogue on, but those subjects get repetitive and burn out pretty fast. I appreciate letters that move away from Grateful Dead subjects which can at times get narcissistic. I am somewhat shy of letters that wax too religious on the subject of the Dead. I get them, answer them, but tend not to print them. So there's some direction you may not have noticed. As with my writing, you may see more deeply if you look for what's not there. As for topical discussion, DeadNet will soon be linked up with the Well discussion groups for precisely that purpose. My mailbag is just my mail. It tends to be complimentary to me, because it IS my mail. People rarely write and tell me they hate me. In fact, never. Why bother? I publish letters roughly chronologically. Sometimes I move them around if I detect a thread. It might be interesting if someone were to hyperlink all instances of a given writer, but that's more work than I'm prepared to do. Got to draw the line somewhere. No leisure as it is. The brooding dark tone of my journal reflects current reality in our organization. It always has. This is a time of total change for us, and I try and record it as it goes down. Often I can only say how it affects me. But, as I point out now and again, it's my diary. I say how things seem to me and don't insist on them. Why? I really couldn't tell you. Seems like a good idea. A bit of a challenge. A bit of a goof. Weirdness? I wonder . . .rh>replyYes I understand better that you are the focus of the current forum - but itis still difficult to participate without a focus. In the past the musiclead but was not very good at leading. What I mean is the music was a focusyet had no direction. Asian philosophy at its finest - "not that, not that....." I think your brooding (De-construction) is a focus for me. I agreewith you regarding poetry being a slice in time without much continuity.Brooding poetry is difficult to come by for me except in the case of R.Frostand D.H. Lawerance. Under the surface of the music was a brooding darkside. Weirdness if you will. Your tone would seem to keep theun-adventurous out (as the music did at one time) so I think its importantin that sense. I don't mind not participating.CSDate: Sep 7 1996 9:35 PM EDTFrom: grid@azstarnet.com (C.S.Convery)One of my reasons for writing is an attempt to understand whether the wholeGD monster was something I created or as I suspected filled some kind ofvoid, since after time it went away. I do appreciate you writing back.When JG went to his next performance I was not looking forward to puttingthe whole enchilada into perspective, probably because it had sat on theback burner for the past decade while I watched others play. Some sort ofsick picture of a kid who cant play watching others play. So I put thewhole thing off because it was still evolving or de-evolving depending onhow you look at it. Then the big one came and as usual death takes us onits trip which goes through the land of appreciation before it lets you offat a place where you are happy for the ability to have even had theexperience.You seem to be the bus driver for this trip. You wrote the words welistened to while wondering what the whole thing meant now your hearing ourwords. I am still discovering whether it was my creation or was there somecommon threads which we were all privy to. If the later is true then wedefiantly belong on the web. Or at least in one place.In your lyrical struggle with the beast - I see your intentions as pure - Itrust your sense of troubleshooting . Hope in winning a battle with thebeast - I think not. I think the my actions were somewhat lessconfrontational. The human condition? - no too tragic. I think we justwanted to see what's out there. Success was in our intentions of pureexploration. We will meet any beast (and we did) not to fight but to talk(and certainly not to agree with ) till there was nothing left to talkabout. Sometimes the beast talked back and we did the listening. Maybethat was our weakness.CSdon't think you created the thing, except insofar as each mind creates everything from available data through the focus of desire. It was a world creation, a distillation of the 60's, last best hope of a better time before the government got wise in the ways of defusing potentially revolutionary movements before they get too far along. Like implementing the use of hard drugs in the Haight. I wasn't the bus driver, I was part of the engine. Possibly the carburator, or maybe a head gasket. Not a piston.Yes, we belong on the web. It allows the benign anarchy we always desired without destroying the social system for people with more conservative desires. A lot of people just want to get drunk and watch TV after a hard day's work and, God bless 'em, it's their privilege.As for troubleshooting the beast, we're speaking of a metaphor which was handy for expressing a certain personal perspective on my life with the band, but, as with all metaphors, it's not fruitful to carry the image too far. That gets into the problem of trying to define all aspects of the situation in terms of a single image, which leads to creating another damned myth. However, we DO need metaphors becuse it's not possible to hold the whole living vitality of anything in the memory at one time. So we use symbols. It is bad when we mistake people for the symbols we've assigned them. I try to address that pernicious problem - but must use other symbols to communicate the problem with symbols! At least I see, or so I think, the scope of the problem. The solution seems to be to examine the nature of symbols at the same time I use them, so that the metaphor doesn't become an indefensible item in its own right. A very interesting task. Possible? I think so. Communicable? That's another question. I've communicated a lot of the ongoing process in the mailbag and the journals, but, of course, many people haven't followed the dialogue from the beginning. It IS after all, becoming rather voluminous. Much of what I write lately must seem obscure to those who jumped in somewhere down the line in the midst of the exposition. But then, a good number of people figure that that's just Hunter being oblique again. Purposely ambiguous.Your recent letters are exactly the sort of musings I welcome - thoughts that ask the questions which point to the next area to be examined. You've objected to the lack of focus in the mailbag. Upon further consideration, I think there are many points of focus - but the primary one is the questions, answers and comments that lead to untangling the existential facts of what happened in the last thirty years from attendent illusions and flat out delusions. I doubt if any cultural icon is quite so well documented and accessible for such structural examination as the phenomenon of the Grateful Dead. And I firmly believe it takes an insider with insight AND suitable distance, someone privy and instrumental to the development from the very beginning, and, furthermore, someone with a nodding aquaintance with phenomenology and modern critical thought, to assure that appropriate paths are marked. In all humility, it appears that if I don't do it, it won't get done.Since both my public and personal identities are involved, it's a bit more detailed a task than spilling someone else's guts on the critical table and looking for omens. This may go some ways toward explaining the dark and brooding tone you detect in my approach. But the end object is to let what light is contained in the subject escape and shine. If I didn't know for a fact that there was a major component of positive energy awaiting release, specific lessons to be learned to avoid further tragedy, I damn well wouldn't bother. It's not a cheery task, but one I must work through to free myself from the metaphoric beast, who, as these things go, will more than likely prove to be myself.rhemail that crossed in the ether, before receiving the above reply:Let me see if I've got this straight. Your songs are an attempt to gobeyond cultural reactions in the reader. To reach a place through writing(de-construction) where you're at such a fundamental or fragmented state ofaffairs that the reader must decide what is real through his own instinct orintuition. This works through the struggle between good and evil(beast)which breaks cultural reactionary thinking because of its fundamentalnature. But if as you say groups within a culture can give an issuesignificance through Utilitarianism then its hit or miss once you get to thefoundation of this struggle Fragmentation in your writing (you would callfolk style) allows this process to be effective by not having much to hangon to, only pointers towards the struggle. Very cryptic in that sense, yeteffective. If you still follow me and the writing is merely pointing theway toward what is not there, aren't we back to a mere writing trick toachieve this, or are you actually saying what is not there? Or is thisprocess the point ? An exercise in de-construction. If as I suspect, theexercise is the point then are these pointers strategically placed or randomoccurrences designed to keep you moving toward what is not there. I suspectthere are themes to a given piece of writing rather then individual ideasde-constructed separately. If so don't these ideas have their roots in acultural struggle with the beast. I'm fishing here. If so then the processis culturally cyclic from creation to de-construction. I would love to knowsome of these themes if they exist in order to take a look at the "code" asit were. I have a feeling this is what I'll find in the Franklin's Toweressay. Who is the beast?SC,our emails crossed in the ether. I just sent off an answer to your last one, and some of the points you raised are addressed. Must differentiate between my prose and my lyric work here. My lyric work is my art, my writing in the journals and mailbags is a different thing. Different strictures apply to poetry than to consecutive reason. It would probably be a good idea to read what I've written already in those places. But I will say this: I didn't spend thirty years writing lyric with any master-plan in mind, so don't waste time looking for clues to a code which would reveal them to be essentially prose disguised as poetry - which seems to be what you're looking for. There are certainly allusive threads within given works, but they are more shadow than substance. Texture and resonance are what I aim for. If the resonances the words evoke in me in the writing of them communicates to others, and I have reason to believe they do, I've succeeded in my unstated goal: to communicate some bit of the depths we are mutually capable of feeling but can't exactly put into so many words. If my lyrics don't communicate a similar experience to someone, I'm sure they only seem strange and that person will not be moved to consider them further. As Garcia once said about the Grateful Dead: "not everyone likes licorice, but those who do like licorice tend to like it a lot."I had a good friend of high intelligence who once spent a great deal of time looking for a streak of gnostic underpinning in my work, a rational cohesiveness to the whole, asking me numerous key questions, and finally deciding that since he could not find one, nor did I assert there was one, the whole opus was a crock of shit. Incidentally, he does not care at all for poetry. He can't understand why line breaks appear where they do. It's all too arbitrary. He loves a good puzzle, and expects every puzzle to have a solution.Date: Sep 9 1996 9:19 AM EDTFrom: Tygr reduxdear rh,many gracious thank you's are in order. i thynk that it is a wonderful testament to the temper of the late sixties and early seventies "people in motion" movement that a literate, compassionate, sarcastic iconoclast such as yourself has a forum on this infant 'net and takes the tyme to respond-e-vous si vous plait (your hair) to all acolytes personally. the re-issue of that magnificent album* wyll hopefully inspire the next rainbow generation as it did myne (at least those of us fortunate enuf to have heard it when it first came out). and i yam sure that it will feature that remarkable artwork of the tiger head exploding from a rose which meant almost as much to me personally as the message inside on vinyl. may i ask who created it? my foggy mynd no longer remembers such thyngs. thanks again for all the inspiring years of rain. now if robert zimmerman would get a home page, i'd never get any more werk accomplished....peace and carrots,tygr roze redux* Ryko's coming re-issue of the old version of Tiger Rose, the Garcia mix, with the old vocals. rhTR,the vision of the tiger in the rose came to me while napping on the couch. I immediately called Alton Kelly and he, along with Mouse, provided me with a cover to fit the dream.Thank you for pegging me as a " literate, compassionate, sarcastic iconoclast." I treasure the definition and will try to live up to it.Subj: Giant's Harp - Chapter 17Date: Sep 9 1996 12:16 AM EDTFrom: BDChapter 17. Simply exquisite.The evidence to me for that ultimate evaluation is that, although Ilook for it with a keen eye, I cannot find ANYTHING wrong with it. I*want* to find some roughly-hewn imagery or carelessly gratingmis-characterization; any of the errors one would expect to find in draftstossed into the ethers like these are. But they're perfect. And I can bea very discerning critic. (I was in the book business in an earliercareer incarnation, as an executive buyer for a chain of bookstores.)I *was* uncomfortable with the fact that all the seemingly "evil"influences in Terrapin are female, but even that turns out to be anexquisite detail. This is a classic spiritual odyssey, so of course thereare heroes' journeys into caves and depths and battles with female banshees.I wait with pleasant anticipation to see how you are going to resolve theconflict of opposites.I *am* uncomfortable with the fact that I find Ist and Isa to beso totally *COOL*. They steal the show every time they enter the action."The Fair One must have conflict to make herself known." You do have a fine sense of Celtic magic, Robert.What amazes me most about GH is that it is so different fromanything else you've done, that I know of. Losing yourself in the depthsof the characterizations you are spinning out here must be a new experiencefor you. Your Muses must have new plans for you. One door closes,another one opens. . .With fond regards,BevBev,thanks for more fuel. I woke up at 1:30 this morning and wrote the letter, by hand, from Gia to Jabajaba that reveals all and climaxes the book.My feeling is that Gia is the heroine of the book, in her conflict with Ist. Ist is an elemental, however, and behaves like one. I don't think of her as a villain so much as a composite energy arising from negative male-female relations, which her immanence either incites, or vice versa. That is not meant to be made perfectly clear, as it is not all that clear in life. I've designed the book so that you may choose to view Ist as an actuality or as a metaphor. Jabajaba and Elmo are inclined to the later view, Aeiou to the former (and the testing of his faith precipitates the final crisis which resolves the story) but you never know for sure about Gia. Actual materializations of Ist are necessary to move the plot along, somewhat to my discomfort, but there you have the strictures of the story teller's craft, where entirely lifelike ambiguity is not truly tolerable. That's why it's called fiction.Echo and Jabajaba are protagonists of equal merit. This will also be more thoroughly understood at the climax. The true villain is Eliot, of whom you will discover a surprising detail in the final chapter. He has been the major crack in the dyke all along, through which the power of Ist is allowed to manifest. Elmo - well, what can you say about him? He began the book, first draft, as my protagonist - but his pitiful relational abilities became all too apparent when he met Isa, who created herself - I just had to follow along. In their interaction, it became apparent that someone else would be carrying the ball. Enter Jabajaba, and not a moment too soon. Later a second draft of the book was written. Third and fourth drafts of many of the chapters were also completed before I put the book away to season for a decade. With the help of my father's editing of the early version, I was able to see the strengths and flaws of the book and correct these. It took a lot of distance. The impetus of publishing chapters bi-weekly on the net assured that I trapped myself into a promise of completion, otherwise the book would have sat in my trunk gathering dust. The re-write is considerable. Very few paragraphs remain unrevised, the old songs were polished up, and a like number of new ones added. I'm sure it could use another complete light editing, but a time comes to let things go. If it works good enough, fine. I'm curious about what happens after the last chapter. Maybe curious enough to find out. But I would think twice about publishing a first draft of anything so ambitious as a novel.Subj: Bill Monroe diesDate: Sep 9 1996 4:23 PM EDTFrom: Thomas.Melvin@mvs.udel.eduUnbelievable! The DAY that I send the tapes to you, I get word that BillMonroe has died! Very depressing, but I guess he lived a long and productivelife and that he'll be remebered for a LONG time. This friday would have beenhis 85th birthday (friday the 13th, hmmm!!??). Anyway, you should get thetapes in a few days. I really hope that you enjoy them and perhaps, if you'dlike, I'll send you a few occasionally to keep you up to date with thebluegrass world. Please pass my condolences on to Sandy Rothman.Tom MelvinTom,will do. Tried to call Sandy but his phone just rang. Hope you like the tribute page I just put up. Played Bill's music all afternoon. A giant died today. He gave everything he had to give and we are rich with his legacy.Subj: Bill MonroeDate: Sep 9 1996 4:58 PM EDTFrom: D.Collmer@m.cc.utah.edu (D Collmer)from a mailing list for the Walnut Valley Festival in Winfield, KS>Date: Mon, 09 Sep 1996 15:18:06 -0500>From: Roch Thornton <rthornton@kcstar.com>>Subject: Bill Monroe>>Bill Monroe, father of bluegrass music, dead at 84>>By JOE EDWARDS Associated Press Writer>> NASHVILLE, Tenn. -- Bill Monroe, who became known as the Father of>Bluegrass for combining mandolin, banjo, guitar and a ``high lonesome''>singing style into a distinctive American music form, died Monday at 84.> Monroe died at the Northcrest Home and Hospice Center in Springfield>after suffering a stroke earlier this year, said Tony Conway, his>booking agent.> Working with such legends as Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs in the>'30s and '40s, Monroe created a style that remains enormously popular>today through such younger stars as Ricky Skaggs and Alison Krauss.> As a singer, songwriter and instrumentalist, he headlined around the>world and was honored at the White House. He sold more than 50 million>records and remained active well into his 80s.> Monroe's best known song was ``Blue Moon of Kentucky,'' which he>wrote in 1946 and which Elvis Presley also recorded in 1954 on his way>to stardom.> Among Monroe's other records were ``Kentucky Waltz,'' ``Mule Skinner>Blues,'' ``Pike County Breakdown,'' ``A Letter From My Darling'' and>``Uncle Pen,'' the last a tribute to his uncle, fiddler Pendleton>Vandiver, an early influence.> Bluegrass music relies heavily on banjos, mandolins, acoustic guitars>and fiddles, with lightning-fast picking and a yodeling vocal style. It>gets its name from Monroe's band the Blue Grass Boys and the grass of>his native Kentucky.> In the 1940s, he hired Flatt and Scruggs for his band -- Flatt on>guitar, Scruggs on banjo -- and they became two of the most acclaimed>musicians in bluegrass history. Monroe himself could play most of the>string instruments but was best known as a mandolinist.> While bluegrass' popularity sagged in the early years of rock 'n'>roll, it was rediscovered as part of the folk music boom of the 1960s.> Monroe was elected to the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1970. He>played on the Grand Ole Opry from 1939 throughout his career.> In 1989, Monroe was invited to the White House to meet President>Bush, a country music fan.> ``We talked about bluegrass music and how long I'd been on the Grand>Ole Opry,'' Monroe said. Monroe was there again in 1995, as a winner of>a National Medal of the Arts.> He nearly always wore a coat and tie topped off by a white cowboy hat>while performing. A proud man, he was said to have refused to speak to>Flatt and Scruggs for more than 20 years after they left him in the late>'40s.> Monroe was born near Rosine, Ky., the youngest of eight children. He>was orphaned by age 11 and raised by his ``Uncle Pen.'' By age 12,>Monroe was playing music at dances with his uncle and perfecting his>tenor voice.> Starting in the late '20s, he performed for several years with his>brothers Birch and Charlie. In a duo with Charlie, Monroe had an early>hit in 1936 with ``What Would You Give (In Exchange for Your Soul).''>After the two split in 1938, Charlie went on to form his own successful>band, the Kentucky Pardners. Bill's children, Melissa and James, also>became musicians.> ``Bluegrass has brought more people together and made more friends>than any music in the world,'' Monroe said in a 1978 interview. ``You>meet people at festivals and renew acquaintances year after year.''>>Deb,thanks for forwarding the Bill Bio. Will put it in the mailbag. I put up a nice tribute page for him today. Not a shock to hear he's gone, we were all prepared for it momentarily, but sad day nevertheless.Subj: Bill Monroe memorialDate: Sep 9 1996 9:45 PM EDTFrom: barrows@netside.com (Catherine Gould Barrows)Thanks. I found out by visiting your page. :~( <-tear-trackI haven't spent enough of my life listening to REAL music. My father'sfamily (in WVa) used to have pickin sessions on Saturday nights, throughthe 40's into the mid-50s, too early for me, and my Brit, classical lovingmum would have Harumphed at it anyway. A huge family (9 children, one ofwhich was my grandmother) sitting on one of those huge wrap-around oldcountry home porches, pickin and thumpin whatever they could muster. Igrew up on such dreams, fed to my older brother and me by my dad's cousinwho bought a custom-made banjo in the early 60s for a whopping $500. Ascandalous waste of money!!! (Well, a lot in those days.) I loved himmadly.Thanks, and thanks again.Peace,CathySubj: Bill Monroe...Date: Sep 10 1996 8:37 AM EDTFrom: : _@mcimail.com (JONATHAN HART)I sat down on the train to ride into work this a.m., flipped the paperover in my lap, skimmed the headlines of flooding here in WashingtonD.C., and found the news.Bill Monroe, days before his 85th Birthday, passed away.Not much that I can say here that hasn't been said, 'cept the article wasquite tasteful and well-informed. They even quoted Jerry G.:"He's one of the most important guys in 20th-century Americanmusic...(he) invented a music thats peculiarly American."I like that quote.The article also went on to tell of rock & roll having once beendescribed as "slow motion, electrified bluegrass."For myself, it was a perpatrator of electrified bluegrass-- JerryGarcia-- who moved me into bluegrass. (Old & In The Way didn't hurt!)That, and remembering your recent E-mail exchanges with Sandy Rothmaninspired me to flip directly to your site (intending to mail you for somereason... I'm not overly sad, just feel a need to remark on this passing)and WOW! a beautiful image greets me. I figured that folks had heardabout this yesterday, but I've kept busy and miss the evening news sixnights out of seven...Fortunately, this company gives me Netscape with quick web interface andopportunity to browse...(If only they'd give me an E-mail address!) Inthe past year I've turned my life into something hugely different fromwhat it was... Tie-wearing job as opposed to tye-dye wearing record storeclerk, an engagement and a now three month old daughter keep me occupied100% of the time... I find little time to dwell on what isn't there. Istill dream, smilingly, of what was and thrill to what remains andanticipate what is to come... But I get by...Sorry to meander. Your site makes me dizzy with thoughts of all kinds.You do a great job of keeping us (me at least... others can certainlyspeak for themselves) entertained and informed. Keep it up! Also, as Ican't make the chat, tell Mickey that we love what he's doing (yourlyrics rule as well. It seems to go w/out saying, though, Perpaps Ishould...) and we can't wait for the next step for all of you andwhomever you find to bring along!!!As Always,JONATHAN"Gonna Get there, I don't know..."Jonathan,glad to hear the coverage about Bill is good. I heard from my email friends. Turned on the radio right away and scanned both am and fm bands and heard not a whit of the high lonesome, which angered me, so I put on the MCA boxed tape set 1936-1994 I just happened to buy three days ago and started at the beginning, "On My Long Journey Home," put the cover picture in my scanner and started figuring how to turn a 1.2 megabyte image into 34k. Managed to do so with my growing bag of photoshop dodges. Looks great on Netscape, but AOL 2.7 turns it into a series of smaller pictures, refusing to recognize my 800x600 pixel command (one full IBM screen - though I've never seen my file on an IBM), and generally redesigning my page to fit its specs, as usual. Vent, vent! If it wasn't for Geoff Gould I'd hate those guys! Anyway, I finished the picture, posted, dialed it up on DeadNet and called Maureen to have a look. We gazed at it while "Uncle Pen" played on the tape and both felt kind of choked up.Thanks for your letter. Sounds like you're taking the "GD mutual training" out into "reel life" as are so many. Time will tell what subtle changes it may bring to our trash-tip bound culture, but it begins to dawn on me that maybe that was the eventual purpose of the experiment - the culture knew what it needed and allowed us to exist in full flower long enough to establish something. What? We'll see. Good luck!Forward From: D.Collmer@m.cc.utah.eduSubject: Tributes to Mr Monroe now on a web page.Michael Kear, mkear@HEALEY.COM.AU writes:>There have been so many wonderful stories about Mr Monroe on this list =>that I've collected them and put them on a web page. I think that =>together they paint a wonderful picture of the man who was so much more =>than a picker to all of us. I think it would be a pity for these =>messages to just disappear into the delete bucket.>>I hope no one minds my using their posts for this purpose. I so, please =>email me and I'lll fix it immediately. And I'll keep adding to it as =>the stories continue to accumulate.>>See it at http:/www.healey.com.au/~mkear/monroe.htmSubj: Bill MonroeDate: Sep 14 1996 12:54 AM EDTFrom: poleson@ptialaska.net (Peter S. Oleson and Family)rh-I grew up in an old country-western household.The "grand ol' opry" was something we used to hear with dozens of stations cross-interfering.After Diane and I moved to Alaska, it wasn't long before my brother Otis moved out, and my sister started being away from home, too.My Mom, without so many kids to worry about, would take off with her friends and go to the Beanblossom Festival down in Indiana.Sometimes they would take in some of the other festivals on the tour.I remember her letters, full of joy over the music.The trips slowed down as she got older and older.A few years ago, I gave her a boombox with a CD player in it to take the place of the traditional radio we all listened to every morning when we got up to go to school.The year after, for Christmas, I gave her the Bill Monroe 4 disc anthology to listen to on her CD player.I didn't get a chance to copy the music onto cassettes, it being the holiday season and all.I wrote her this summer and asked if she would send me copies of the songs.On the 9th, Diane had picked up a package from the Post Office.I was driving home from work when I heard the news on the radio."Bill Monroe, the father of Bluegrass, died today..."A real bummer, but not unexpected, never the less, unreplaceable.I opened the box on the table that came in the mail and pulled out the four cassettes of beautiful Bill Monroe bluegrass music.Plain folks, plain thoughts.I know the man believed in God, so I hope that's who he's singing with tonight.As a poor mandolin player myself,I was always driven crazy by the way he could play around the beat and never hit it.That kind of shit, and Garcia used to do it all the time, too, can drive a mediocre player to distraction.Play to the sky tonight,friends missing in action.Peter.Subj: Bill MonroeDate: Sep 11 1996 3:34 PM EDTFrom: tkelly@wgl.comCouldn't help but notice the image of William Smith Monroe on your webpage today. When I was reading his obit in the paper I ran across acomment he made concerning his music where he stated that playing bluegrass was akin (or with kin!) to competition. The competition was witheach player trying to out do the other on the licks. The lightbulbwent "cha-ching" and I instantly saw the Dead and it readily explainedmuch about why practitioners of as seaming diverse (or derivative)music as Bill Monroe and the Dead are so compelling and enjoyable. Itwent along way towards saying why the Dead's live music had such a fun"intellectual" quality to it that always seemed beyond my ability toexplain it. Adding to the music was the story- one which you helpedto weave- and which always applied differently to various situationsin my life and whose meaning evolved as I grew. I have personallyadopted as my career motto: "When life looks like easy street there isdanger at your door!"I come from a large family of which six of seven siblings needed noexcuse to go see the Dead. While our careers and family have spreadus far and wide from the NY home, shows provided us with maybe theonly chance of the year to get together and just hang out. Thanks foryour contribution to the whole thing. IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MUCHAPPRECIATED.No real reason to respond to this- just kind of FYI and fuel forthought.Tim KellyActon, MA.P.S. & FYI: My wife and I chose "They love eachother" as our song atour May 96 wedding. We only got through about the first 2 and a halfminutes of the Maples Pavilion '73 tape- we stepped on each others toesand dislocated our shoulders one too many times for it to continue. Itwas kind of cheesy, rather embarrassing, and very much fun!Tim,never thought of it like that. Of course bluegrass was a "say that's pretty good, now look at this!" kind of music from the get-go. Me, it was all I could do to keep the rhythm without none of them fancy furls, but there's a time honored place for a dumb guy in a bluegrass band. Cousin Elmer. Let me say though, our lead guitarist, though honed in that acoustic school, realized the sustained note possibilities first made possible by the development of the Les Paul solid body guitar and opted for poise, coloration and apt inversion over specifically intricate licks at breakdown speed. Those who thought he didn't play guitar so good were those who equated "good" with speed, NPS (notes per second.) A common mistake.The converse of your motto is "When the hour is darkest you will receive a letter from Ed McMahon saying you've won a million dollars."Date: Sep 12 1996 10:43 PM EDTFrom: ATKELLYSubj: humorous.coincidenceCorrellary Theory:" When things are at their darkest Ed McMann Calls to tell you you've won 1 million dollars". pardon the paraphrase.Hey guess what was in the mail today when I got home!! Ed McMann bearing gifts!What - did you get yours yesturday?The correllary theory needs a little updating to 11 million dollars. Ed will call with the "checks in the mail!"!It funny how connective strings play themselves out.Tim KellyActon, MATim,ain't that something! Probably superstitious of me but I have a notion that benign coincidences indicate when we're on some kind of positive beam.Subj: Bill MonroeDate: Sep 12 1996 4:45 PM EDTFrom: Thomas.Melvin@mvs.udel.eduHi Robert. Hope you got the tapes, tommorrow if not today. Just wanted tosay thanks for giving Bill a place of honor on your page. Glad to see thatyou've got that box set, (I know where that picture came from!), lots ofgreat stuff in there. If you don't already have it, check out the Smithsonionrelease of the live material from the early fifties through 1969, "Off theRecord Vol. 1". I was thinking of all of the people that will (hopefully)take a closer look at Bill's music because you've brought him to theirattention by placing him on your web page. I'm sure that a lot of Deadheadsknow who he is in the basic sense, but have never really taken the time toexplore the music. That's kind of a neat power that you have, positive use ofcelebrity and all of that. I was thinking last night and realized that Billdied exactly 13 months to the day after Jerry (there's that number again!).Hope there's nothing more then coincidence in that. It's been strangereading peoples comments and stories about Bill on the bluegrass listserve andflashing back to a year ago when the same sort of comments where coming inabout Jerry. It's certainly been a rough year for me as far as musicalinfluences go. BTW, I was looking through the booklet inside the MCA boxedset that you got that picture from and if you look at the full 2 page picturein the middle, (pages 51 and 52 I think), that's the lineup he was using onthe 1969 tape I just sent you. What are the odds of that, especiallyconsidering how many people went through that band! Also liked the picture ofSandy at Bill's birthplace. It really is amazing to me how there's a threadthat runs all the way from the Grateful Dead to Bill Monroe, not just inconceptual terms but as physical fact with people like Sandy and Peter Rowenwho were involved with both Jerry and Bill. I was wondering if you'd care toshare any of your remembrances of playing bass with the Hart Valley Drifters?Did you do it much, or was it just a few times? What do you remember of itall? I know it's a long time ago (another lifetime almost, considering allthat's gone down since then), but I've always been intrigued by the picture ofyou guys playing at the Monterey Festival. (Wow, Hunter played upright bass!)Were you just the guy around when they needed someone on bass? I've heard alot of stories from my bluegrass friends about dragging someone out of theaudience, showing them G,D, and C, and saying "OK, go!". Just curious.On a completely different subject, love the Orfeo files, lots of good stuff tothink about. As always, you've got the best site on the web. All for now,thanks for listening, enjoy the tapes, and I hope re-adjusting to Califorinalife is going smoothly. Later.Tom MelvinTom,remembrances? I got 'em. The Bob & Jerry duet evolved into the Thunder Mountain Tub Thumbers (old timey music, I played washtub bass, with me, Jerry and Jim and Joe Edmiston. I had a great washtub with f-holes cut in it, painted white. As I recall, Dave Nelson joined us and we became the Hart Valley Drifters, with the Edmiston brothers dropping out, also a washtub band, and then the Badwater Valley Boys for one gig, with Ken Frankle on banjo, opening for the Kentucky Colonels at the Ash Grove. Then we went Bluegrass as "The Wildwood Boys" with me on standup bass, Jerry on Banjo and Nelson on guitar. Then I picked up mandolin, with Norm Van Maastricht taking over on bass. The picture at the Monterey folk festival has me on bass because I got stuck in traffic and showed up just in time to get onstage. Ken Frankel was already standing in on mandolin, so I just grabbed the bass. Later Nelson moved over to Mandolin & Sandy Rothman came in on guitar (then Eric Thompson - or vice versa - maybe Eric was first) and the group became "The Black Mountain Boys" from which I was dropped due to the evolving high professional caliber of the musicianship. I did it for fun, was essentially a writer, and didn't put in the practice time to compete, whereas the others lived and breathed bluegrass. Fair enough. But while it was still loose and fun, I had the time of my life. I still play mandolin with Nelson, Sandy and Keith's brother Brian Godchaux, who is a heck of a fiddle, at the office Christmas parties. Both Sandy and Frank Wakefield have admitted I do have something unique going on mandolin, plus I have a decent bluegrass tenor and a powerful song memory. But I don't tend to take my F5 off the wall until a month before Christmas, so I don't guess I have much future in bluegrass. Thanks for asking.Subj: The Big ManDate: Sep 12 1996 10:24 PM EDTFrom: davismkg@charm.net (Glenn Wells)Dear Robert,Having my head stuck in work this week I was caught completely offguard by the death of Bill Monroe, even though I knew he had been ill.What great sorrow. Thinking about Dylan's eulogy for Jerry, theembodiment of whatever is muddy river country...Jesus. The hinges mayhave fallen from heaven's door, but the big white Stetson way up onhigh gives the Blue Moon a run for its money.John Hartford's wonderful tribute can be found:http://www.bluegrassmusic.com/monchild.htmGlenn,guess it was time to sing "Y'all come."Date: Sep 10 1996 8:49 AM EDTFrom: swright@copyright.com (Steve Wright)rh,Thanks for the tribute to a great one. I had the privilege to see andhear Mr. Monroe at The Grand Old Opry, in 1989. Crisp, well-tailoredsuit, familiar white cowboy hat, a voice that came from deep in the gut,and a fast-pickin' sure-handed mandolin style that never seemed tobetray the signs of age.I guess I played 'closer' attention to him because of his fondness forNew England. I also saw him play at Jonathan Swift's in Cambridge. Hewas last in Boston in 1981, where he was awarded a piece of a Bostonsidewalk by local bluegrass promoter Nancy Talbott. The sight of thegentlemanly Monroe lugging off a piece of sidewalk is unforgettable.You ever notice how he kept bluegrass simple (actually I guess a betterword is pure), by resisting electric instruments, and (yikes) lyricalcorruption?Anyway, thanks for recognizing him.steveSteve,you oughta have heard the contempt that came from the bluegrass community when we went electric. Cries of treachery and opportunism from the very real Bluegrass Police! Bill's influence on the music and lyrics of the GD is incalculable, but we were a product of our time and culture, he of his. That's the nature of change, to be perfectly trite. What I don't understand is an electrified bluegrass band, but no fair pointing fingers.Bill knew proper proportion and emphasis. He was pure golden talent anchored to the Rock of Ages reaching for the moon. Best voice that ever was or could be.Date: Sep 10 1996 10:45 AM EDTFrom: EDWARDST@LANMAIL.SHU.EDU (Stephen J. Edwards)Robert,I had sent you a letter about three years ago (a real letter, throughthe mails) and I was overjoyed when you actually wrote back on thatold typewriter, encouraging me to continue with my writing.Since that correspondence, I have accomplished a lot of things,including the founding of the New City for Lost Poetics, apoetry/film/adventure group. I also moved around all over thenortheast, staying upstate New York for the majority of my timeabroad. During this time, I had the great honor of meeting andstudying with Ed Sanders (a Woodstock, New York resident) and Allen Ginsberg.I'm not sure if you remember me -- the only thing I can think of thatwould trigger a memory was that my letter was very honest,handwritten, and praised Eight Below Zero, my favorite of yourlyrics.I wanted to thank you for your encouragement, and would like to keepup a healthy correspondence, if that's okay with you!Have a fabulous day,Stephen EdwardsStephen,I remember. Spreading your wings, eh? Good for you. Ed and Allen are good teachers, world aware and dynamic. They know stuff needs to get out there, not just sit around in books.Sure, go ahead and write me. If the word "healthy" means voluminous and often, be aware that I'm operating at maximum capacity already, but I reckon I can squeeze a few more in. Also note that my mail, like my journal, is public these days.Date: Sep 13 1996 7:30 PM EDTFrom: marianw@efn.org (Marian Wright)Hi Robert,Have ya missed me? Been here but haven't wanted to add to your volume ofemail during your vacation and the inevitable August deluge, everythingpretty well covered by others anyway. Many thanks for the special editionsof the mailbag and the latest one too, not to mention the sacrafice ofmost of your vacation time in August.Glad you had a good vacation. I really enjoyed the reports and photosfrom your excursions and from outside your window. The sky was yellow!!!Of course the sun was blue.It's getting harder and harder to wait for the rest of Giant's Harp, hopethe email is slacking off so you can finish it. I don't know whether youwant minor error detection, but the html of chapter 17 has quite a numberof strangely placed hyphens. Starts with the word ear-lier (I think it'sthe 7th paragraph) when Elmo carries Echo to the mine and occurs frequentlythroughout the rest of the chapter. No big deal, just curious.loveMarianMarian,I did notice that you hadn't written lately as a matter of fact. Thanks for the hyphen catch! No one mentioned it. Fixed it up. What happened is I auto-hyphenated the chapter for the PDF file (I can't believe anyone not on AOL reads those damned HTML versions when Adobe Acrobat PDF reader is a free download!) and then transferred the file to HTML assuming the hyphens somehow disappeared, which I think they've always done before, so maybe it's a bug in my beta version of PageMill 2. It didn't happen in Chapter 18 because I forgot to hyphenate. I swear, this Site is like a dozen white mice running in all directions; if it isn't one damned thing it's another. That yellow sky made up for a lot of things. God it was gorgeous! Absolute enchantment fell over London. Later it deepened into shades of scarlet and bruised purple. There I was in a characteristic pose, up on the roof filming the sky.Date: Sep 13 1996 3:45 PM EDTFrom: cmiller@fast.net (Conrad Miller)Hi Robert,I've just finished listening to Mystery Box "Down The Road" for thefirst time. I'd like to pre-qualify the following with thesewords. I am not one generally given to histrionics. Sure, when Iread your Eulogy to Garcia a lump came to my throat and a tear tothe eye - but that truly was a rarity.I was sitting in my office at home today taking care of somebusiness correspondence. "Mickey Hart's Mystery Box" was playingin the background. "Where Love Goes" - Gentlemen: I am in receiptof your Invoice for the above mentioned project.... "Full SteamAhead" - ...Essentially there were three areas of concern. Allwere interrelated to storm water runoff and drainage. An estimatewas requested for the following work..."Down The Road" - a grenade has ripped my soul -tears..................flow.............................freely.Profound words, a masterpiece - with eloquent voice.Thank you Jerry Garcia, Thank you Robert Hunter, Thank you GratefulDead ...With love,ConradDate: Sep 13 1996 5:50 PM EDTFrom: JerzGoneHerr Jaeger der Liedermeister -Just thought I'd drop you a note from Albany, NY where you are well-regarded. Tygr rose redux of Texarkana recently gave me incentive to listen to album of that name after several years (had to actually hook up a turntable!). Trr tells me it will soon be available on CD - a worthy companion to Rock Columbia, Rum Runners & Sentinel on my rack.Any tour plans? As familiar as I am with your work, I've never seen you perform live. Have you ever considered a double-bill tour with Dawg? That would be tasty, especially in a smallish venue like the acoustically superb Troy Savings Bank Music Hall, where I caught the DGQ last winter.Would appreciate a reply suitable for pasting into the fly-leaf of my copy of Box Of Rain. Needless to say, there are legions of us keepin' on keepin' on, primarily on the Net. Thank you for a real good time -JerzJerz,no touring plans for the foreseeable future. I want the kind of stability of environment that will continue to allow me to persue my writing as a full time endeavor in the decade or two, depending on luck, I may have before achieving the bliss of senility. Going on the road would tend to lower that available time and I'm not sure the result would be worth the expense. Every time I answer that question I refine my reasons for doing what my intuition recommends without a second thought. When it says go, I go. If not, I don't. If supporting my family drives me out, I go regardless, and I hope you'll come.Date: Sep 13 1996 10:51 AM EDTFrom: fcitino@knuth.smith.edu (Frank Citino)dear rh,I do not want to start off by asking you to hit the road and perform. Beinga parent of a 3 1/2 year old, I know the need to stay close to home verywell. There are many joys in life, but none compare to watching a childgrow and change every day. It is the most magical thing I've everexperienced.Now that your songs aren't as readily available in a live format (Zero andMystery Box are wonderful, but do not have the touring schedule of the GD),they are still being played in the living rooms and back porches of many ahousehold. They are not only being played, but being passed on. I playmusic around the house probably 2 to 3 times a week. I'd say that 50% ofthe material that I play is yours and I can't begin to tell you how manytimes I've played something and my wife (who is not familier with you work)says "wow that was really beautiful, who wrote it?" and I'd say RobertHunter, then my son says "play it again".Keep up the good work and thanks for the words!Frank CitinoAssistant to the DirectorInformation SystemsSmith Collegefcitino@Knuth.Smith.eduFrank,yeah, watchin' 'em grow is what it's all about.Zero could be just as available as people are willing to crawl out of the past and go see what's up now. They'll keep the tradition alive anyway, but there's an awful lot of music pouring from them that's going to waste in spades. I'll never understand why they weren't invited on the Further tour, whether from politics or simple blindness to what's right under our noses. With a dozen years on the road, this is not just another aggregate. It's the hottest, tightest, roots based music around.Date: Sep 11 1996 11:58 AM EDTFrom: Iver.J.Mcleod@state.me.us (McLeod, Iver J.)Hi - I've run across your journal on the web but haven't had time to readthrough much of your entries (I'm building a house in addition to working 40hours a week!) I look forward to some free time, though, when I can sitback and enjoy them. In the meantime...Years ago (about 15) when I was in college I somehow ran across thefollowing poem in the October 1912 edition of the Atlantic Monthly (p. 454):'THE GRATEFUL DEAD'by Paul MariettThe grateful dead, they say, lie snug and closeUnder the smooth, soft sloping of the grass,Grateful indeed because above them passNo other steps than those of wind or bird;No other sound is heard.For without eyes we see and, earless, hear;Sweeter is this than nights of restless mood,Sweeter than nights of blank infinitude,Sweeter than ghostly pageants of a dream,Half-caught of things that seem.Another life have we than those who live,Another death have we than those who die;Mortal and ghost and angel pass us by,Mortal and ghost and angel have one breath;Die, would ye learn of death!--------What with 30 odd years (and they were ODD) of the Grateful Dead I'd besurprised if you had never seen this...Still, it's somewhat spooky how muchthe lyrics remind me of your work! I mean, "For without eyes we see and,earless, hear" and "Sweeter is this than nights of restless mood" remind mealot of Crazy Fingers. Anyway, I'd be interested in knowing if you've readthis before and what you think of the poem in general.Iver,no, I hadn't seen it - and yes, the resemblances are spooky!Subj: Let me tell you about fifteen minutesDate: Sep 11 1996 2:28 AM EDTFrom: RayS@fcm2.hsc.missouri.edu (Raymond A. Shelton)Let me tell you about fifteen interesting minutes in my life; they happenedlast Monday.They began at about 5:45 as I was on my bicycle, headed home from work.There is a hill that is about 1/3 the way to work, and it serves as a kindof "worst part's behind me" marker of a morning when I don't drive.Conversely, it also serves as a kind of "Yippee!" on my way home, for Ialmost always blow off the stop sign and see how fast I can get going downthis hill (if I am on my bike.)Yesterday I blew off the stop sign, but soon found that city "workers" hadbeen "improving" the road surface toward the bottom of the hill that day.I knew fairly early in the game that I would be Dismounting This Bike, buthappily I am still able to ride out a bit of roughness and brake down to areasonable speed while planning where precisely I ought to abandon ship.My plan would have worked flawlessly -- there were no cars parked anywherenear where my head was gonna be headed -- had my overreaction not led tothe rear brake suddenly seizing the rear wheel, which I watched fold like atossed dirty sock.This premature ejection from my bike drew a small crowd and applause,as happily I was uninjured and able to lay the bike down to the left, thusensuring no damage beyond the ruined rim, as the deraileur mechanismtraveled "face up."(Here, let "unhurt" mean he only got a raspberry on his left butt cheek.)I mutter something about Mondays, lock the wreck to a pole and begin thefive-ish block walk that remains to my house and car (with bike rack,which I planned to employ shortly.) But when I am perhaps 75 yards frommy front door, I hear the screaming tires of a racing automobile.Instantly there is an old pickup truck, with Columbia's finest in hotpursuit, headed my way.The truck tries to turn left onto Smith Street from Fay, but cannotnegotiate the turn at this high rate of speed, and instead collides withtrees in the vacant lot next to my house, knocking the front tire and wheelfrom the passenger side of the vehicle.A large athletic non-Caucasian male leaps from the truck and runs into myback yard, over the wooden privacy fence, cop on his heels. Moments laterthere is another, and another, and another, marked police car in front ofmy house. I stop. I turn to _my_ left, the other way on Smith Street, togo talk to my neighbor John. I tell him why I am having a rip in my shirtand a pain in my ass, and then direct his attention to the activity infront of my house, one block away.I decided not to go home just yet. Instead, catycorner from John in onedirection is the grade school but in the other lives my friend Brian, who has apickup truck of his own. We got in it, away from the scene of the crime and off to getmy bike...and then some great Mexican food.When I returned, feeling satiated, no cops -- the wrecked truck was towed.There is just one last thing which I believe bears remarking in closing.Had the dude on the run done what I did, turn west vice east onto Smith, hewould have been barreling on down the road in the general direction ofJohn (whose household includes at a minimum 6 cats, a wife expectingtwins, and himself), my friend Brian and the neighborhood elementaryschool (briefly, parenthetically: perhaps more interesting is the notion thathad he [again] done what I did, and rode a bike that day, then things might haveturned out differently still {Exercise One, solution left to the reader:Assume Ray had stopped to check on the tape backup on that fateful day, andfurther suppose he had stopped at the stop sign on his bike; then, would he havebeen in the path of the high speed pursuit, or would he instead have madeit home safely mere moments before only to have died of the heart attack whichwould have followed from racing to his window to see what the commotionwas all about and finding The Well Armed Police Battalion running towardhis house?}.)Regards,RaySRay,yeah, it was that kinda day for me too.Subj: possibilities......Date: Sep 10 1996 8:19 PM EDTFrom: gkeyser@osf1.gmu.edu (GREGORY W. KEYSER)Dear Robert,Let me introduce myself first. My name is Greg Keyser, and Ilive in Fairfax, VA. I am 24 years old, getting married to a girl I lovevery much in November (McCalli), and have a baby boy named Wylie ElijahKeyser. Not that you really wanted all that info, but for some reason Ifelt like telling you.I have been watching, or should I say reading and absorbing thejournal for several months now. I've been wanting to write now that the"avenue" is open, but I did not want to write just for the hell of it.As with many people who write you, I admire, respect, listen,hear, contemplate, and appreciate the time you have taken (most of your life)to share yourself with us. Saw my first show at a place called(Merriwether Post Pavillion in 1985. Late start I guess but I was only 13.I would love to tell you how much you in general have affected my life,but in order for me to do that I would have to go into some seriousdetail, and unless you are interested, I will keep it to myself. So Iwill leave it at a simple thank you for now.I am writing concerning two things. The first is you, and your rareappearances on the East Coast. I saw you play with Tom C. in Washington D.C,about four years ago, and it was one of the best shows I have ever been to.I missed you at the Birchmere a couple years ago, and my point is pleasecome back. I don't care if you come to some club, or coffeehouse, orbiker bar. If you are ever in the area, you are welcome at my house forawhile, so that is an option also.(Ha, Ha) I miss having good lyrics,combined with a good overall feeling.My second point is more of an idea actually. I miss the GD, butwhat I miss most is the feeling of family that many of us felt. I havebeen to Rainbow Gathering's, Phish show's (Do you like them at all?),festivals, and anything else you can think of. Nothing compares.Granted the crowd was actually a mini copy of society, and there were alot of bad aspects also, but I think a good majority of people TRIED to benice. Anyway, I think a way to recapture that would be to retry theAcid Tests on a larger scale, and of course without the legal LSD. I amnot proposing a drug fest. What I want to see is a tour ofwarehouses/small general andmission theaters where two sets of a goodGrateful Dead Concert are played. Maybe some guest speakers, maybe amakeshift light show. Nothing too fancy. The idea is to get the realcrowd, (not the people who were not at shows for the music and words andthinking, and fun, and life, and overwhelming spiritual experiences (moreon that another time)) get the music, and have everyone shake their booty.I'm tired of cover bands. I know the Fillmore event was something likethe above description, I just want to see it on a wider scale. For thosein the organization concerned with money, I truly think it would besuccessfull. (sp?) For those concerned with the spirit, I know it couldbe reborn. It's hard to organize when everyone is scattered.I have rambled way too much. Please forgive me. Thank you forlistening. If you could tell me what you think, I would appreciate it.If not, I sincerely wish you the best, and thank you for all the words ofwisdom, because that is what they are. You changed my life, not by yourthoughts, but by making me think. I will always be grateful.Love,Greggkeyser@osf1.gmu.eduGreg,thanks for a very positive letter. I think what you're proposing would involve us becoming an actual production company, ala, BGP - and that means going into competition with existng companies, making appropriate political payoffs, greasing the cops and mafia, etc. We have neither the personnel nor the expertise. We were a product in ourselves, not a purveyor of products. Whole different game.As for performing myself, I've got a job I love right now. You're reading in it. It's full time. Figure I should close up shop and go be a troubador instead? Been through that mill, but I appreciate your wanting me to perform. There were things I loved about it (actually playing) but booking, travel, hotels, soundchecks, short sleep and bad food are the real reality behind that hour or two of fun and music. Maybe someday, once for auld lang syne, but not in the foreseeable.From: Alan DoyleSubj: Hits and MythsRe the latest journal entries:... You're dead-on about the press and deconstruction. As venal as life has become in so many ways, the press has made it that much worse in the last 20-30 years by creating God figures then setting about debunking them before anointing the next deity. We see it most often in politics. Music and popular culture aren't far behind.... About mythology and writing/creating for public consumption, but first this digression. Tell me if this is near the truth.It seems that those of us who write or otherwise indulge in the creative process for public offering work in sort of a triune environment.- What the work means to us as creators.- What the work means to our collaborators/intimates/close friends.- What the work means to the consumers.The three may be related or have no connection at all. What the CONSUMER infers may not be near to the creator's meaning. But does that diminish the value?The question occurs in regard to mythology, deification and the whole GD thing.Bear with me a bit; I'm not completely articulate on this in my own mind yet.It goes something like this: I've never met you. I met Garcia in passing on several occasions; it would be feckless arrogance to say I knew him.But is it necessary to know the creator as an individual? And is it not a mistake to seek to deify the creator rather than ponder the creation?Seems to me all that's necessary is what's created has some spiritual value to the person who partakes of it. For example: beyond the grapevine and the notes in "Box of Rain," I haven't a clue what the poetry meant to YOU when you wrote it. But that doesn't diminish the value of the words and thoughts in my life. And there is something to be said for the fact that long before I had any notion of the circumstances around "Ripple," it helped me get through the deaths of loved ones and once-loving relationships.Even though newspaper writing is about as primitive and simplistic as it gets, I've been constantly amazed at the response to some of the pieces I wrote. People culled all sorts of things that I'd never even remotely intended, at thought it was of value; much of what I tried to communicate was missed. Which sadly may say as much about me and the medium as them. Or it just may be something that's endemic to writing. What do you think?But aside from the inevitable vagaries of human nature, I can't understand this deification process. The message is what's important, and what you do with it.They may not be as immediate as this electronic world into which we've ventured, but poetry and music truly are interactive media. I may not have remotest idea of what was running through your mind when you wrote "Ripple," "Libery" or "Box of Rain," for example, but I know the effects on and value they have had in my life. And that seems to have far less to do with WHO wrote them than what and how I interpreted them.I think I'm losing focus here.Best to regroup, think more about it and wait to hear what you have to say.AlanAlan,synchronistically enough, I was writing a letter to Terence McKenna on that very subject when I received yours. Your lines: "People culled all sorts of things that I'd never even remotely intended, as thought it was of value; much of what I tried to communicate was missed. Which sadly may say as much about me and the medium as them. Or it just may be something that's endemic to writing. What do you think?" are almost identical to my thought. This must be a thought that's in the air at this very moment. I even added the caveat that it may be the imprecision in my writing that causes this but I'm more inclined to think it's the human condition, including my own. We read and hear what we already know, what we expect, and language is amorphous enough to allow it, if we just gloss over a few incongruous details that would change the message entirely.Date: Sep 12 1996 3:34 AM EDTFrom: jweyand@sos.net (Jeffrey A. Weyand)well, i come to your site every now and again with the intention of sendinga message, and each time there's been a note saying, not now, come backlater,which speaks volumes about my sense of timing. but if, as the chinesesay, perseverance furthers, then i'll get this down now and be ready forthe all's clear signal.been thrashing around in my heart and head for months now, in this newfoundpost garcia world, searching for clues from the universe as to how it couldall end now, when, on the surface, it appears to be exactly what we needthe most. shock was the word used by you, and indeed, after 23 years ofgarcia, shock has buffered the storm.finding enormous comfort and joy in zero right now. a wonderful, outdoor,private party atmosphere on garcia's birthday in harrisburg, or. thanx somuch for all these wonderful zero tunes. zero is a very happening situationright now, the first set at harrisburg as good as it gets. and, as alludedto by you in the journal re: stadium dead, the best part about zero is theaccessibility of it all, much the same as seeing you in small clubs inseattle(we talked briefly in the early 80's at the rainbow tavern on 45th),and seeing garcia at the keystone in the early 70's. for me the greatattraction of zero, aside from the music of course, is that, casual is waycool. the dead circus was, indeed, a party gone out of bounds in the 90's,and the payoff very rarely matched the peripheral bullshit. although i canhappily report that my final run of shows after 23 years, in seattle andportland in 95, were as wonderful and energizing as any shows...as mickeysays, there is something very special about 30 to 40 thousand peopleentraining...indeed.this visit has been brewing for quite some time, but the actual prompt toknock came just yesterday in the form of an anecdote about our departedfriend. I went river rafting on the skagit river in north cascades nationalpark where i work. our guide was a young man, maybe 20-22, from san rafael,working at the park as a volunteer for the summer. in the course ofgetting-to-know-you's, i mentioned that i had spent time in the bay areabeing a deadhead. he related that he would regularly see garcia out walkingwhile he was running. garcia would smile and mimic a runner pumping hisarms. he never knew who he was until he got to college and some of hisyoung deadhead friends showed him a picture of the dead."hey, there's that fat guy i used to see when i was running!". i commentedto my girlfriend, eleven years younger and a latter era circus deadhead,that i felt certain that garcia cherished the anonymity with that youngrunner, just two simple strangers passing with a smile.and tonight i visit your journal for the first time in a couple of monthsand here are your thoughts on anonymity, and garcia's lack thereof!allow me the indulgence of one more quick one,(am i teetering on the edgeof band width abuse??).i was in portland in a wonderful little deadhead shop("think goodthoughts") and saw this interesting sticker of a skeleton with its hands onthe side of its head, eyesockets starward, saying, "what was i saving mymoney for?". you know, even after 23 years of involvement, and thedisillusionment of 90's GD, i have found myself saying those very wordsmany times in the last year!i'll close now with two thank yous: for this ongoing body of creative workthat continually inspires me with its timelessness and relevancy. and forthis forum of accessibility, this thread of connection for those of us sokeenly interested in life, death and love. Thank You, Robert.long life, good healthjeffreynobody for president-'96martin fierro for vice pres.(chutup)9-12 well,methinks there's an all clear for sendage... but first, one more anecdote:some youngsters turned me on to the blind melon cd about two years back,the first song reached out and grabbed me and never let go for the entirecd. something vaguely familiar there and most assuredly dynamic. purchasedthe cd and listen still with great enthusiasm. saw them live in an all agesclub in seattle last fall about two weeks before hoon's death. i'm in myforties, my date was in her early twenties, and there were more than a fewfans my daughter's age,14. Being forty in number only, i was eager to seeif these boys could produce the goods live. turns out, best music of thenight was some recorded vintage stevie wonder from approx. 72-73...we werethe only ones dancing but the shroooms said that was the thing to do. well,melon came on and hoon was obviously quite high, what a captivating stageperformer...cross between david byrne and david bowie gone very far out ofbounds. unfortunately, the sincerity of his presentation of the materialwas completely obscured by an awful sound system, which to my chagrin, theentire band seemed to enjoy!!! loud, distorted, very undifferentiated,highly energetic, yes, healing and purifying...not hardly. so disappointingfrom a group with oodles of musical talent. after 25 some odd years (andthat's an understatement) of gd and zero and the deep healing of crystalclear sound, i was sorely tempted to go up there and smack em upside thehead and say, hey, clean it up so i can hear you and i just might come andsee you again. my ears had an obnoxious ringing for quite some time afterthat show! for generational perspective, my date was non plussed, also.tickled, however, to hear that you, too, picked up on the creativity ofthis band. just finished the creem interview from the archives.Days Between last song together? how fitting...deep church, very spooky,Terrapin/Stella Blue squared...like turning yourself inside out.i'm a bit out of the loop up here in the upper skagit! do you still performin seattle? would love to see you again...it's been too long.zero ventured, zero gainedJeffrey,long as your letter is, there's no waste space in it, and you say a lot of things I dig hearing spoken about, especially about Blind Melon. Did you ask a question? I forget. Here's apoem I wrote for Shannon Hoon.For ShannonListening to your 1st record.Just wrote to your widow:Be strong for your childbut not too strongor you turn to stone."Why am I even here?"you sing. You found out,married Lisa, went intodetox when you knewNico Blue was coming,called full of hope thecrazy days were behind,their lessons learned."Gonna be a father now!"She's here, you're gone."and on the day I die,Thank God my soulwill be released"you sing now, asthough this recordis part of a big plot.Funny how lyricssay it all as soonas the singers die.Funny how no onehears it till they do.I don't know how you died,only just heard you did butI bet it's the usual way folkswho play 250 gigs a year do.If you're not willing to die foryour record, there's someoneelse willing to die for theirs,top of the charts game whereyou end up pissing on copsfrom atop a bus in Vancouverwhile no one gets the messagethat pop music eats its youngand it's all a Goddamn shame.Missed your gig last week.Now I kick myself thinkingmaybe something I couldhave said might have madea difference ­p;­p; maybe, butfor how long? Guilt, like rain,falls unbidden. You're gone.Track 12 on the CD sticks,playing the same phraseover and over and over ­p;­p;It makes an amazinglycomplex polyrhythmwithout beginning or end.Rest in peace, young friend.10/22/95Date: Sep 12 1996 8:25 AM EDTFrom: lern2duk@scsn.net (Charles Medes)Dear Mr. Hunter,I have just stepped in to find my wife gleaming with delight afterreceiving a return letter from you. I would like to say that I have a greatdeal of respect for a man in your position who will take the time to sharethoughts, in writing, with the people who admire him the most. I understandthat you are equally as human as any one writing you, as I am sure yourealize the legions of people who see you as an inspiration. With that inmind I would like to say thank you.Also, I would like to add that the future is very bright for us all, Ibelieve. Though things have changed, I would not venture to say they arefor the worse. If nothing else, we are ready to expand our horisons on amuch more global scale. I view the past 11 years of my life as a kind oftraining or conditioning period. Before the Dead, I was a very naievelittle boy, but now I feel as if I have enough life diversity to progressin leaps and bounds, hurdling over the hordes of pointless obstructionsthat in the past would have held me back.So for now I will play my guitar, and keep on keeping on with the visionand goal of peace through music in the forefront. It has been myobservation that music is the only thing our society can use as a commonbond. Everyone has a tune they want to dance to, every one of us likes tohear a song!ps, I have a band in South Carolina, and would greatly like to play acouple of your songs live. I can assure you that we do not want to makemoney off of them, It just seems as if playing them makes thing seem alittle bit better than they were before! Rest assured though that we willnot play them if you do not want us to. Our set list is about 90%original, but we, and the crowd really enjoy a good ol' Grateful tune oncein a while.Sincerley,Chuck MedesChuck,play the songs all you want and good luck to you. There's nothing gives me more pleasure than knowing those songs are continuing their lives in other peoples' hands and bands. All we can offer you now is tapes. The songs want to go out and be part of a living good time. Go for it.Subj: AlohaDate: Sep 12 1996 6:46 AM EDTFrom: checht@ilhawaii.net (Chris Hecht)Just read the 9.1.96 mailbag and thought I'd dive into the current ofideas, my thoughts expanding, ascending from the depths of other levels ofconsciousness. I took note of your references on scuba: Getting underwateris my way of accessing the spirit world w/out ingesting alterants.(Nitrogen narcosis doesn't hit me 'till 110' or so.) Part of it is thesomatic effect, I feel myself caressed by the sweet hand of the Mother. Ithink another motor which drives my paradigm shift is the overwhelmingreminder of my puniness in the Vast Cosmic Scale o' ThingsÅ when I'mfloating around at 60'.I try to get under water as much as possible. I've noticed that the more Idive the less I'm interested in chemical alterants of any kind. Have younoticed this effect? In the late '80s and early '90s, grossed out that JGwas such a slave to junk, I wished that he'd just chuck it all and godiving forever. My simplistic reasoning was that with intense exposure tothe beauty and weightlessness of the underwater world, he might be able tobe done with the dark side. Alas....I used the term "weightless" above. I chose that word carefully, andnotice you used it also in your description of JG in the ocean. I believeit was our expectations, criticisms, deifications, and mythic creationswhich weighted the man down, and cast a gloss of beauty upon what I regardas junk. To be weightless, alone, in the ocean, is to strip down and throwoff one's burden, if only for a moment.I've become a scuba instructor just to further my diving habit. As luckwould have it, as a present for completing my training a fellow instructorgave me JG's old dive skin, the one he wore for the pix in People and onthe HJK Eternity Blue photo. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I alwaystried to honor the guy by not engaging in hero worship. One day I mayactually put it on and dive in, but for now it hangs with the rest of mygear.Getting back to the mailbag, I've got to take exception to your "hate thepusher" stance. It smacks (sorry) of a cop-out, and release from personalresponsibility for our own actions. Do you also hate the drug? Seems likeJG loved the shit. Maybe we should also, for it gave him release from atorture he couldn't or wouldn't endure. Nah. I spent too many showsirritated at the guy for nodding out on stage. But really, he chose. Hewas responsible, not some supplier.Enough about that, already. Happy sleep noises from the family beckon meto shift to a more horizontal mode of reality. Thanks for the thoughts,and the opportunity to respond.ChrisChris,perhaps you're right about my damning the pusher but YES, I hate the drug because it fucked my life over so bad, via my friends, without my even enjoying whatever the pleasures of taking it happened to be. Watching all human feelings die from the sidelines. Being excluded from creative participation because neither a junkie nor an "enabler." Of course, I can't be the judge of the pain that drives people to use, but I do believe that without the pusher's club, the opportunity doesn't generally present itself. That's a big generality, of course. If I've offended any junkies, please eat my shorts!Yeah, being underwater in gear equates with no other experience I know. I went diving with two whales swimming alongside me once and didn't even know it until I got back on the boat. All I saw was the guys on the boat jumping up and down and pointing. Couldn't figure what it was about as I swam back to the distant boat in choppy seas and was too tired to care. My diving experiences with Jerry were the only time I felt in touch with my cantankerous old friend in a decade and a half. I treasure that. Wrote our last songs on that trip.Date: Sep 12 1996 10:47 AM EDTFrom: dkemper@earthlink.net (David L Kemper)Robert,Nice to hear from you. Thank you for looking at my site, and for thekind words. By the way I've always felt that your words are the reasonthe gd enjoys such meaningful and deeply felt devotion from its fans.Jerry always said that without you he'd have nothing to say! strangehere was this man with the most to say about everything but felt hehad nothing to sing about.Thanks..David KemperNote: David was the drummer for the Garcia Band for 10 years. Check out his art gallery and see another aspect of his talent. His stuff is well painted and warmly comic. http://home.earthlink.net/~dkemper/gallery.htmlDate: Sep 12 1996 7:05 AM EDTFrom: UKHOST JPSubj: LondonDear Sir,May I reply to the posting from 7stringed Turkish lute player SpaceGoats-confidant and ongoing Counter-Cultural Commentor Matthew Watkins.Matthew wrote describing the London 'street party' which closed the A41 extension & congested most of the Westway in both directions in July.The '7000 beautiful people grooving on each others energies' & drilling holes in the road surface' did rather interfere with the grooves of many other types & classes of person - including (from my direct acquaintance) NHS staff trying to get to St. Charles in Ladbroke Grove, BBC employees trying to reach the TV Centre & perfectly ordinary private citizens delayed for ages when they were in a hurry to score.Discussions of 'Freedom' only begin to get interesting when legitimate freedoms compete for the same space.Matthew mentions that "Someone even managed to make two big holes in the motorway (with pneumatic drills, drowned out by the soundsystems) and plant a couple of trees!"I can't help wondering whether this is the best place to plant them ?The 'boundaries' may well be 'dissolving' but it sounds as though the assembled"punky/dub/folk/ethno/Techno-trance/tribal/everything" would have benefited from the presence of a less dissolute botanist/gardener/tree-surgeon.Myself, I'm -terrifically- in favour of trees but I *do* prefer not to find them growing in the centre lane of motorways. Bad for me, bad for the car, and surely not -that- much fun for the tree ?YoursJohn Perry(John Perry was lead guitarist of "The Only Ones," an underground band of legendary proportions who are probably more famous now than in their own time. I once gave him Garcia's red Gibson SG, the American Beauty guitar, which Jerry gave me, because John was the only one around who could really play it right. Someone stole it from his car trunk, to his everlasting sorrow. Maybe that's why he's so crabby!)Subj: Walking the cliffsDate: Sep 5 1996 4:40 AM EDTFrom: ddefende@postoffice.newnham.utas.edu.au (Don Defenderfer)Sir,I was walking the cliffs at Lands End during the Gulf War and this littlechant (below) came to me. The bombing of the last few days has reminded meof it for the first time since. Now I walk the cliffs of Tasmania, singingonce again. Too bad I can't sing. Hopeless. Next life perhaps.If I could singI'd be a great singerIf I could throw horseshoesI'd throw a ringerEverytimeI have just discovered your journals today. And all the letters you get -you have taken on the world! You poor man.I have to run now but will check in again. If you are ever down this way,drop in. Back gates always open.Cheers,Don D.January 1991St Agnes, EnglandEvery Mother KnowsFar across the seaThe war goes onI lie here with my babyI hope it don't last longThe guns they bark and biteBrave young soldiers fightI hold my love in my armsI hope it don't last longThey say today one hundred diedNo mention of the women who criedI sing my child a little songI hope it don't last longEvery mother knowsEvery death is another sonEvery mother hopesToday wont bring her oneEvery mother knowsEvery war is wrongEvery mother praysThat this one wont last longCome, walk with me by the seaHold meChild come alongI hope it don't last longThere's thunder in the skyMother earth sighsOil slicks and bombsI hope it don't last longFar across the seaThe war goes onI lie here with my babyI hope it don't last long(By Don Defenderfer)Don,thanks for the song.Taking on the world?I wonder what you mean.Something gives mea flood of energyI did not have before.I look for some wayto use it so thatwhen I hit the hayI don't lie therewondering whatI could have saidI didn't say -plagued with insomnia.Subj: Re: 9/5 task of the landDate: Sep 6 1996 8:24 PM EDTRh,>Taking on the world?>I wonder what you mean.I think I meant that you have allowed anyone in the world the opportunityto interact with you, to converse and to create with your muse. And so,what a challenge and opportunity. Good on you.I'm fascinated by muses. Sometimes it all comes together and magic seemsto happen - perfect rhymes, coincidences, meeting people at just thatmoment when it could be no other moment. That sort of thing. A state ofgrace.My muse appears somewhere between endless travel and compulsivehomebodyness. Between transcience and foundation.Right now homebodyness calls, Rowena says its time to make a bonfire andburn off winter and bring on spring. Yes it is spring down here. So wewill make a fire and burn a small mountain of prunings that have piled upover the year. Something symbolic in this task of the land.Keeping close to the land, this is my bridge to commonsense and sanity.Time to light the fire.DonDon,throw on a handful for me. Rowena of Green Mansions?You sound like one lucky shipwrecked sailor.rh-----Progress report:Lucky sailor indeed. She brought me back from the loneliest of coasts. Youcan't imagine - or perhaps you can. I was falling into the stars at nightwith nothing to redeem. I awoke one day and was sitting by a fire andthere she appeared."What book are you reading?" were her first words and there has been nolooking back since - these things happen.Rowena of Dumfries to be exact.The bonfire. It has been burning all day and glows now into the night. Wefed it and fed it. So much excess hoarded away, now gone, flaming in thedark. It is such a deep pleasure to rid oneself of excess.We worked hard until Vaughen the neighbor (the french polisher) invited usto lunch. The day was growing gray so Sally (his wife) brought outchampagne and lunch turned into hours of talk and tales.Margot the yoga teacher was there too and the women talked about theeducation system and all the governement cutbacks here on the island andhow the teachers don't treat kids as individuals and the kids rebel andjust want to go to the mainland to have a look around and so it goes.Familiar chat round the world.We got back to the fire just in time.Hannah the six year old asked, "Is smoke clouds?" as the smoke flewup into the air. I was at a loss for words.Anyway. I shall throw a handful onto the fire for you before sleep. Itruly will.The rain slides down, peaceful, sure of itself.Thanks for your thoughts.DonDon,and thanks for the handful of ashes in Tasmania by proxie. Another internet first. Tell Hannah that smoke is a byproduct of combustion in which the part of things which cannot be burned by the fire rise to the sky. Clouds do not rise, they drift until they bump into each other hard enough to make rain which falls and extinguishes fire. She'll understand.rh[Archives] [Index]Postoffice