This is Lafayette, CO things have begun to get real. The Dead and Company Summer Tour is in full gear and Thatcher and I are gearing up to drop off after Boulder (that’s plenty of prepositions) and dangle around for Telluride Bluegrass Festival. After that, we head back to Washington for Roger Waters in Seattle. It was a long way from Portland to Salt Lake City and then to Boulder. I think all my money now should be saved for gasoline. Wyoming was a little disconcerting today. I had to sell my fishing pole in Fiery Gulch to some Mexican for fifteen more dollars of miles down the road. He bought the quality product while the thug reel still sits on top of the Adventure Wagon. What’s he going to do with a salt water rig in Wyoming anyway?
5.11.17 flora- bama lounge.
Always looking over one shank or another, Walter was proof trotting that confusion has a cost…not knowing what gulf shore state one resides in, can be a very dangerous mental faux pas. Exhibiting itself in a strange paranoid panicky behavior…seen in still life above^
With Is This the Life You Really Want, Roger is again attacking the personal intertwined with the political. Started with Animals in 1977, this album’s message and music shows that not much has changed in forty years in terms of the political and rock n roll discussion.
the lights are on the dark side the animals are on the prowl
if you listen past the melodies you can hear the dogs howl
we cry on through the night as we listen to vera sing
songs of great sorrow, like pigs on the wing
so content i think i could die
then we finally hear the faint cry of goodbye blue sky
mother i had high hopes coming into all this
but much more did i see
with time spent being comfortably numb
where the music speaks to me
we’re one slip away from coming back to life
god how could we ever leave
this terrific sight it’s amazing i must say
we’re learning to fly on the turning away
we leap past the wall and run like hell
amidst the blinding flashing lights towards the division bell
feeling brain damaged as the lasers fly by
then a little girl whispers
look mama there’s an airplane in the sky
with lights so bright we can barely see
yet we fatefully sing back what do you want from me?
afterwards in the dark we just sit
and wonder how and why
but all in all it was just a great gig in the sky
it’s like holding the golden chalice
after winning the final race
seeing pink floyd in vancouver at b.c. place
to those of you listening
i cannot make the point too prevalent or too clear
as i put it to you most simply god, i wish you were here. -jf
Keep up with the Moonpie’s Cafe as we open our “doors” early in the morning to feed the starving masses black bean burritos all day and night for both of the Boulder Dead and Company Summer Tour shows. One burrito for $6, two for $10, One beer for $3, two for $5. One cig for $2, three for $5. Thatcher remains in Berkeley, Laz is hanging with the Clam Mafia in Boulder, Justin is sick in Portland, and I’m down in some basement bar travel blogging to hip hop. This will be the third night in a row I’ve slept in the front seat with Lucy, but it’s better than being out of gas and quarters at a truck stop.