Release the hounds. Hoist the jib. Pack your bags and call whoever you need to call. My God, it’s full of stars. Can someone get me the number for the Horchada Armada? As of last call, Lazlo was still folding his briefs in Texas, JMan was briefly seen at a Bruce Springsteen concert stage diving into a puddle of his own sick, Hambone and Luke Skywalker have been building their own baseball team, from scratch, Lucienda and Baitbucket were reported fishing for speckled trout in the middle of Hurricane Irma’s sewage gyre, and Thunderbird was last seen panhandling for cheap vodka in Key West. Calling all cars. Turn on the bat lamp. Dead & Company Fall Tour is coming and for those of us on the east coast, this time we don’t have to travel through the deserts of the west to find Valhalla.
The Grateful Dead mutation known as Dead & Co. will follow up their summer tour with another North American romp this fall. The trek to Mecca begins with two nights at Madison Square Garden November 12 and 14. There’s trouble in River City, which starts with T and that rhymes with D and that stands for drool. You just gotta poke around.
The odyssey swings into Philly, Bean Town, Washington D.C., Detroit, Hotlanta (and Stone Mountain paradise, Austin, New Orleans, and two shows finishing up in Orlando and Fort Lauderdale Florida! Hold my drink while I catch my breath. Bring that stuff here. If you’ve ever caught Oteil bouncing and playing with a big grin on his punim, then you know the score. Nothin left to do but smile smile smile.
Rumors were rampant during the summer show that we might not get another chance to see one of the best concert runs of the year. That time has passed. For those of us who couldn’t find our way down to the Riviera Maya, the mountain has once again, come to Mohammed.
Tickets for most shows go on sale September 16th on Ticketmaster. Don’t forget about the collector’s tickets JMan. They’re pretty and sparkly and they will gain you admission into one of the mostmilk fun show on the radar. Or maybe there’s still something out there left to learn.
The summer tour was packed with more frivolity and fun than an exploding Humboldt County party pinata. Everything you ever enjoyed about a Grateful Dead show was on hand, plus plenty of twisted surprises. Jerry would have been proud of the friendliness and grooven vibrations the Heads brought to each of the summer venues. John Mayer slayed delicious lead guitar on each of the Grateful Dead classics until the last of the Mayer haters had been driven into the hills like wild dogs. The Oteil Burbridge fans got to hear his fearless brand of bass madness, as well as several opportunities to hear the man croon such clsongs such as “Comes a Time” and “It Must Have Been the Roses”. Jeff Chimenti literally ripped the collective faces off of fans at Salt Lake City and Boulder with his loose fitting fingers on the keys.
Welcome back to the party yall. Don’t be curious, hesitant or confused. This is the fiesta maximus. F’sho the mostmilk. Grab your beads, sticks, shirts and other assorted gibberish. Never for me the last endeavor. Never the unfurled banner. Camp Happiness, Dead Cat Society. All are welcome. We shall see you at Shakedown Street.