Tuesday, January 19, 1999

Larry's back, Bill is back and Andy's Randy makes her first appearance in the depths of an Deadstein Jam.  It didn't seem to impact Andy as he stared at the ground while ripping up the concrete.  Deadstein was back in full formation revving up for the 1999.  Nothing new but the weathered path we dance upon once again.  Not discovering new grounds but appreciating the fine nuances of the road we've traveled on. It was great to see Randy again, an Indian Quad (SUNYA) freshman who lived on the first floor and who is the conduit from which Andy Trister came into our lives.  She played an pretty impressive bean stick and was able to get the tambourine to bounce right. It felt like a real SUNYA night at Deadstein.

Larry was psyched to hop into the saddle as hurried into a Harder They Come.  Johnny didn't believe me that the minute we strolled to the ATM was the most important minute of the night.  Anyway, the Harder They Come was a nice "off the list" warm-up.   It killed the continuity of the called for Sunshine Daydream which would have been a great opener to close last week.

Another off the list classic was the Bertha.  It gave me the chance to play drums for a song which was really fun.  I play a stead 1-2-3-4 on the foot, a 2-4 on the snare.  It seems pretty simple and if I alter from that I tried not to mess up the beat.  In the meantime, it was cool to keep it going listening to Scott do those drummer types of fills and stuff but with my beat going and keeping it all honest.  Anyway, it didn't work because Kevin and Larry wanted to seem me back on my guitar ASAP.

Help was nice done pretty well. We were semi-quiet for much of it, although we have pretty much lost that sentiment, as usual.  The Help and the Slipknot felt a bit sluggish but once Scott cracked into the Estimated, we were back in a groove.  We really played it in a relaxed style.  Not too loud and under control.  It felt real good.

The Scarlet/Franklin's also had a bit of class and bouncy part to them.  Under control, room to grow, room to shrink, room to find your own lane without too much traffic on that Freaky Highway.  It was nice because we cruised.

Randy merged onto the road and we yielded as she asked us to deliver two turtles to the Junction.  We did so in an off the list type of way and then Larry pulled off the surprising transition into the Memphis Blues.  Up tempo and grooving.

For the Second Set Andy played drums for the Eyes and Scott got to play his rig.  Things got back to normal for the closing of the Wharf Rat and Sunshine Daydream which surprisingly enough made for a satisfying closer as an opener.   Maybe we should play the Sugar Magnolia to open next week, which is on Tuesday the 26th.  For that matter, maybe we should play acoustic next week.  Yee-ha!

A small Delicioso order turned into a big one as we had 5 canolis leftover.  The Pizza was missing its PVC tree protectors and the cheese stuck to the box.  We only had one option and that was to eat canolis.  Actually the food included a chicken Parm without Parm, butter, bread, Ziti, spaghetti and meatball sauce or Salamanese as they call it Bologna.  I would hate to see what they call bologna.   We also had butter and calzone, plain and spinach and Johnny gave us a hunkering of it like we haven't seen in years.  Larry brought in some danish and Scott had a filing cabinet filled with chocolate goodies.   The lava light's moving slow and I didn't plug in any effects.  Bells ring and the final climb up the stairs is the worst.  You get to sit for two minutes facing the miserable truth that home is 40 miles due west.  Things could be worse, it could be due east.

It was warm outside following a few days of ice and rain in an otherwise drought ridden winter.  In the news, the Knicks get Latrell Spreewell and Bill Clinton gives his State of the Union address on the same day the Senate is holding his impeachment trial. 

In the meantime, no one cares because the State of Freak is alive and well. Going ahead at full strength.  Too bad we're forging ahead on the treadmill of life that goes no where except for the track we're on.  We can only take steps forward in an effort not to go back yet to side step the issue would only result in a painful attempt to get back on the bloody treadmill. It's a no win situation because once you think you're making progress and getting ahead you see the same cracks in the sidewalk that brought you bad luck when you stepped on them in the first place.  It's depressing thinking about it.  Thank God they are only words.

Name: Larry G.
Date: 1/20/99
Time: 8:51:39 PM

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Actually it was Dave and not Scott that played Andy's rig during the Eyes. Sometimes it gets tough to have you typiing keep up with your thoughts.

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Date: 1/21/99
Time: 9:04:43 AM

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Name: Larry B
Date: 1/21/99
Time: 1:10:48 PM

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Wow is it good to be back. Stellar night of deadstein goodness all around, nice estimated, slipknot and how about the second jam in terrapin. By the way don't forget that nice cassidy before the Hard to Handle in the 1st set

Name: scott
Date: 1/21/99
Time: 6:41:15 PM

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quite an evening boyyzzz. Moments ??? Yeah, there were MOMENTS.... Like the "Harder they come" nothing like cracking one of those out like its never been cracked out before....The Help > Slip > Estimated was quite enjoyable, Kevy was right were I needed him (Thanks) I will post more later, got to go.............

Name: KEVIN
Date: 1/22/99
Time: 9:55:22 AM

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This was a hot week. LittleLarryB had a 2 week surplus of freak built-up and he let the flood-gates open. The bountiful freak flowed freely. We strayed from the list with a reckless abandon, I had no problem with the abundance of replacement songs. They were welcome favorites and appropriate choices. Nice Hard To Handle by BrotPen. Scotty and I, did have a very intimate moment during the Estimated. It was almost sexual in it's intensity, but it did not take place on a physical or emotional plane. It happened in that special place that we worked so hard to get to at hundreds of Dead Shows, outside our bodies in a spiritual/psychedelic communion, that is usually occupied only by Shamans and Owsley. It was good...7/4 good. Thanks - right back at 'ya Scotty. Schwartz was late, but made up for it with Herculean intensity. Trister brought a kind, SUNYA female to the jam. A rare occurrence. We all enjoyed her company, another rare occurrence, and I think she enjoyed us as well. Freakboy was back with a greatly improved attitude (a little stinky from his work-out though ((ma-nish-ta-na)) he is a little shy about showing the other guys in the showers his little "wharf rat"). Freakboy hung out in the back by me, and danced merrily. That is the stuff I thrive on, and as Freakboy found out, a whole-hearted effort from him is something we all benefit from.

Name: Larry G.
Date: 1/22/99
Time: 3:51:01 PM

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A very funny post by Kevin. I like his use of BrotPen and Wharf Rat.

Name: Jonathan Spitz
Date: 1/23/99
Time: 4:42:56 PM

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Hey Guys!

Been a while. Good to see the Deadstein truck goin down the road strong as ever Would love to jam with you all again...sounds like you've got a good sized crowd there. But then again, I play best in a crowd (ha ha ha). Let me know when and where. Email jspitz@fcb.com or call.

See ya... Jonathan

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Date: 1/26/99
Time: 2:20:58 PM

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