Jerry Garcia seemed to have an insatiable desire to perform, create, inspire, and communicate. In his interviews, he seems nonchalant and eager at the same time. Confident, but willing to admit that sometimes the band didn't perform well. I think he loved his fans, and couldn't be troubled with things like money, to the point where it caused all sorts of legal issues with his estate when he died. It's interesting that he became so rich, but would just wear a t-shirt without regard for the designer. It was always all about the music. Ultimately, he was human, mortal, flawed, gifted, and got Bob to sing and play like a madman while he did what he loved, sprinkling magic into the fray (okay maybe that's a little bit too whimsical and ineloquent, but I'm sleepy and drunk). Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about, I was all set to go to their last show, then my mother busted me and I couldn't attend. Then Jerry died. I still remind her of this, and still can only play a few of their songs on guitar.
an interesting fact about his estate if you didnt know..he put in a clause in his will that said that anyone who made a bullshit claim against his estate was entitled to a $1 settlement. I wish i was older than 6 when he died, i would have asked for a dollar and framed it.
i have a dollar bill autographed by lebron james that i framed..its all i had for him to sign at the time. you're telling me if you could get a dollar bill from jer you would spend it?
a signed bill by one of your favourite musicians is a pretty fuckin awesome score. not only is it illegal, it is vintage. It is no longer money once someone signs it, it is a symbol of freedom!
Cant spend BOB WEIR Autograph ticket. Never will and Ive been offered money for it. Pttf.. Its just BOB WEIR..
I agree, that was lame. And I think this thread is lame, i don't know why i started it I realize now he's just an artist and people love him.
it's a serious question . do you actually know anyone sober that enjoys jerry or the grateful dead? i hear about wharf rats, but have never met any. they might as well be an urban legend as far as i'm concerned. sort of like bigfoot, you hear about him and never encounter him. but seriously, are there actually sober people out there who like the greateful dead?
have you ever actually met any of them? anyone here who has met a sober deadhead, please feel free to speak up.
i've heard the phrase welcome home more times than i care to count. i don't care to ever smell so many unwashed people ever again. there's not enough competent people on earth to make a rainbow family gathering live up to it's hype. too many flakes in the forest and not near enough level headed people. by the way, a lot of american indians feel insulted by the idea of a bunch of wannabe indians taking up space in the woods and acting all new age like and drugged out. too many high holy people, drainbows and bliss ninnies. and you can tell the dirtbag clearwater at teatime i said to fuck off for him being a jerk and being rude back at the gathering in 99 at ridgway. everytime i was there and dug shitters or gathered firewood he was sitting on his self righteous ass feeling important about himself. yet he had the balls to call me a bliss ninny? i think his stubble grew backwards into his face and choked off the oxygen going to his brain.