At 10,000 Lakes Festival there is one band whose t- shirts you see everywhere you look. Old shirts, brand new shirts on young and old alike. The Good Old Grateful Dead. Lots of the folks wearing them were too young to have seen them. The spirit lives on; the tradition continues. Jamming, dancing, the sound of sweet guitars, smiles and joy in the air.

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman-Song of Myself

at least your paying attention. besides i copied it because we ARE thinking the exact same thing. who are these supposed "heads' that are telling us to move on. apparently EMPTY heads. the dead is just too deep to leave behind.

nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile

it ain't over till we say its over!

get on with which part of my life??

with all due respect to a 'former' deadhead, fuck that.

what am I going to do? put on a fucking suit and tie and become the MAN?
what am I going to do? change my philosophy of life? -- which, ironically, includes respect for how others choose to live their lives...

so if one wishes to tell another to 'get on with their life', I'll politely listen and after I politely listen, I'll say, "fuck that" that is the NYC deadhead in me. ( -:

but it ain't none of my business how others choose to be or what they choose to do... it is called freedom of personal choice.

I really don't get their opinion... I really don't understand their point. what is over? the shows with Jerry? the shows with Brent? Vince? well shit, the shows with Keith and Donna, and Pig Pen were over long ago, too. What is over? the Grateful Dead as we once knew it?
as long as the music exists to sooth my soul, I will always be a deadhead and always be on the bus.

and it ain't like I don't listen to other music, I certainly do, always have always will. and it ain't like I don't go listen to other bands play, always have always will.

marye, what is their point? I really don't get it.

I would submit that some people who have left the dead in their wake, may never have really saw the light, or perhaps never really 'got it' . case by case, of course.
( -;

peace.

here hear. my sentiments exactly, especially the nyc head portion known as fuck that!!!!!!
nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile

Just got back home from SOL party in England

a great time was had by all involved, great music played

Groups playing were, Silverwood, Urban Spacemen, Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford (Unscheduled), Cosmic Charlies and Barry Melton and Green Ray

all taking place in the beautiful Kent counrtryside and no Rain

Bob

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Spanish Jam

Isn't "move on" just a diaphanous expression, anyway?
I agree with Camille, above. There was a palpable feeling at shows that I've never felt anywhere else. When I do something out of anger or other such emotion, I don't think "That's not a very Christian or Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim or Hindu thing to do," I think, "That wasn't a very Deadhead thing to do." To leave that sentiment behind would be to leave behind the only thing that ever truly made sense to me: A place of wonder and adventure, filled with people intent on experiencing as much joy as they could. And to keep in touch with that place, I listen to the Grateful Dead.
A lot.
But even without the esoteric existentialism, as a music lover, I enjoy listening to the best music I can find. Luckily, that happens to be the boys.