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First Set
  • Alabama Getaway
  • Jack Straw
  • Big Railroad Blues
  • Hell in a Bucket
  • Loser
  • Deep Elem Blues
  • Doin' That Rag
  • Tom Thumb Blues
  • Here Comes Sunshine
  • Let It Grow
  • Brown-Eyed Women
  • Aiko-Aiko
  • He's Gone
  • Forever Young
  • ? Alman Brother Song
  • Whole Lotta Love
  • Around and Around
  • One More Saturday Night

The date of the next jam is Tuesday, Sept 5th.  This is the Tuesday after Labor Day.  The Tuesday after that, Sept 12th, is no go for me because of my MCMUA monthly meeting.

Freakman
Tefillin Ken was our guest for the evening.  Otherwise it was just us and all of us including Freakboy, Polly-Want-a-Snappa-Gola, Rich, the Professor and Mary-Ann.  We started hot and powerfully.  The food came, the during dinner instrumental melee ensued and eventually lead to Larry throwing his guitar on the ground go figure.  As long as it's his, God Bless.
Mets lost 11-1 against Houston yet Atlanta also lost so the Mets remain tied with them for first place.
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Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 08:59:49

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There came a point when I thought "Why are we in this handbasket, and where are we going?" that did not come til we were in the middle of our "Pizza Tapes" session. UP to there, I thought were putting out a snappy set. As usual everybod who was there were their "Skoppy" selves, and the music was groovin. Larry Brent proved he put in long hours the way he took us through Doin That Rag, yet I for one am sorry when we unraveled (sp) during OMSN. BTW - a funny thing happened to me on the way home. I ran to catch the 11:02, and got there by the skin of my teeth. I slid into a seat on the train and across the aisle was a Chinaman wearing olive colored pants and a gray stained jacket. His skin was the color of parchment paper, and his lips were as purple as a hard-on. He turned to me and said " What happen to Wharf Rat?" Then he said "thas ok, nesstime, nesstime." he smiled at me to show his even white teeth.


Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 09:01:12

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There came a point when I thought "Why are we in this handbasket, and where are we going?" that did not come til we were in the middle of our "Pizza Tapes" session. UP to there, I thought were putting out a snappy set. As usual everybod who was there were their "Skoppy" selves, and the music was groovin. Larry Brent proved he put in long hours the way he took us through Doin That Rag, yet I for one am sorry when we unraveled (sp) during OMSN. BTW - a funny thing happened to me on the way home. I ran to catch the 11:02, and got there by the skin of my teeth. I slid into a seat on the train and across the aisle was a Chinaman wearing olive colored pants and a gray stained jacket. His skin was the color of parchment paper, and his lips were as purple as a hard-on. He turned to me and said " What happen to Wharf Rat?" Then he said "thas ok, nesstime, nesstime." he smiled at me to show his even white teeth. So for all the chinamen in NYFC, let's not forget the Rat next time.....


Name: dave s
Remote Name: 205.188.192.42
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 13:01:37

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great---now the new guy has a comment---i'll tell ya where you can go in you handbasket


Name: Scott
Remote Name: 207.97.128.47
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 13:26:57

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OK I'm confused????? What does all of the above mean? "Why are we in this handbasket, and where are we going?" great---now the new guy has a comment---i'll tell ya where you can go in you handbasket


Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 13:38:15

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Uuuh - I think that food changes us, maybe it is our blood sugar levels, but as a new guy, I sense a difference in the intensity after we stop to eat. Sorry if my "bandwidth" was a little too far ranging.


Name: KEVIN
Remote Name: 207.97.128.98
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 13:47:55

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It's getting scary. I'm frightened.


Name: Scott
Remote Name: 207.97.128.47
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 13:56:10

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BOOO.....Did I scare you man?


Name: tommy b
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 14:06:14

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no, I think I did...sorry man. it was not my intention. But, am I the only one who feels it?


Name: tommy b
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 14:06:24

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no, I think I did...sorry man. it was not my intention. But, am I the only one who feels it?


Name: tb
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 14:07:38

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I know I am the only one who double posts.


Name: Trister
Remote Name: 64.51.71.34
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 15:46:02

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Well, Tommysnapplewoppabanjo, what you see here is the tip of the deadstein eating iceberg. As you may have noticed I no longer eat with the band, not because I don't like them, but because they sometimes never get up. Quite often when they do arise from the gorging they're musically useless anyway, unable to support the weight of their bellies and instruments simultaneously. I, sir, will not eneavour to satisfy my hunger at deadstein. No, I will delay gratification until I've returned to my domicile where my time is my own and I'm not wasting anyone else's. Live long and prosper, banjo boy....

Did anyone else see freakboy's new whirlygig ass-shake move?


Name: Trister
Remote Name: 64.51.71.34
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 15:46:12

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Well, Tommysnapplewoppabanjo, what you see here is the tip of the deadstein eating iceberg. As you may have noticed I no longer eat with the band, not because I don't like them, but because they sometimes never get up. Quite often when they do arise from the gorging they're musically useless anyway, unable to support the weight of their bellies and instruments simultaneously. I, sir, will not eneavour to satisfy my hunger at deadstein. No, I will delay gratification until I've returned to my domicile where my time is my own and I'm not wasting anyone else's. Live long and prosper, banjo boy....

Did anyone else see freakboy's new whirlygig ass-shake move?


Name: Trister
Remote Name: 64.51.71.34
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 15:48:37

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And there's a double post for you too...


Name: tommy banjo-boy
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 15:59:51

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hhmmmn, maybe I eat before I come to play. It is impossible for me to delay eating until after Midnite. My Dr will not allow me to go that long without consuming something.


Name: dave s
Remote Name: 152.163.204.198
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 19:34:02

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gee----nothing like a little rhetoric to facilitate a discussion huh


Name: dave s
Remote Name: 152.163.204.198
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 19:43:22

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i think all you guys have forgotten a basic premise of perceived reality needed to justify our existance-----"we eat therefore we are!"------funny thing is when its all over over in january we'll look back and say---"you know for all the arguing, the temporary fits of insanity, the debates over tone, volume, food consumption, practicing and least we not forget selfishness-----we had a pretty good run, a hard one, but a good one---or as kevins says "hey...we lasted longer than the beatles"---my guess is if after the 17 of hey bulldog they were able to throw back a few rice balls and a welldone sausage sicilian they would have stayed together and john would still be alive.........


Name: dave s
Remote Name: 152.163.195.207
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 20:10:50

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that was suppose to read "the 17th version of hey buldog"


Name:
Remote Name: 24.4.252.64
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 22:38:11

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http://furthuron.com/roadwords/ From Mickey's road journal, some food for thought...

Sure enough, it was a train wreck for me tonight. Sound was strange, the set was strange, and we ended on Bird Song. What a strange trip. Gary Lambert comes to me after the set and gives me words of wisdom. This was better than last night he says. I cannot believe my ears. To me it was slow, jazzy and unfocused. But he said this was the tender side, the sweet side. Maybe he was right, but only the tapes will tell. I remember how Jerry would hate a show and we would listen back and then use it on an album. A lot of this kind of music is different from product. It reflects real human values, both the good and the not so good. The hard and the soft, the quiet and the loud. I'm thinking about it now and can appreciate its uniqueness more now than when I played it just over an hour ago. No doubt there will be varying opinions and I do think they matter, nevertheless we made the trip together and rode the bus back to the hotel without ever discussing the set. We hardly ever talk about the music after we played it. It kind of cheapens it, and it is almost impossible to talk rationally after a performance. And besides, rational has little to do with music. Music lives in its own space and time and is hard to make sense of after the fact. What a relief to not have to dissect your passion. I hate band meetings, so this band has never had one. I hope we never do. The music will mediate all our problems, hopefully.

St. Stephen goes off without a hitch. A few slippery moments but the body of the song is intact. This is the most intricate song we do all night. Lots of breaks and time changes. The most dangerous being the 11 against 12 section. In this section during the eleven we split the band into sections. One section--Bruce, Bobby, Billy and Alphonso play 11 bars of 12 beats. The other section me, Kimock and Mark plays 12 bars of 11. The idea is to revolve around each other and meet at the pass, that is the new "one." It is a sometimes terrifying but rewarding moment. The chances of us not being pulled to the dark side, that is, to the other team's part, is great. You must concentrate on your subdivisions of the time while still making note of the revolutions of the other. It is like rubbing your stomach and patting your head. So cool when we meet for the big payoff at the end of our rhythmic flight during freefall. This is a little trick the great Alla Rahka taught me and I introduced to the band back in 1968. We must have tried it unsuccessfully a hundred times before we got it down. Back then it was just not done in the West, but I guess practice make perfect. I think we are the Karl Wallenda of this thing. It is very much like a high wire act without a net. If one person falters the whole pyramid collapses. How exciting.


Name:
Remote Name: 24.4.252.64
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 22:38:34

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http://furthuron.com/roadwords/ From Mickey's road journal, some food for thought...

Sure enough, it was a train wreck for me tonight. Sound was strange, the set was strange, and we ended on Bird Song. What a strange trip. Gary Lambert comes to me after the set and gives me words of wisdom. This was better than last night he says. I cannot believe my ears. To me it was slow, jazzy and unfocused. But he said this was the tender side, the sweet side. Maybe he was right, but only the tapes will tell. I remember how Jerry would hate a show and we would listen back and then use it on an album. A lot of this kind of music is different from product. It reflects real human values, both the good and the not so good. The hard and the soft, the quiet and the loud. I'm thinking about it now and can appreciate its uniqueness more now than when I played it just over an hour ago. No doubt there will be varying opinions and I do think they matter, nevertheless we made the trip together and rode the bus back to the hotel without ever discussing the set. We hardly ever talk about the music after we played it. It kind of cheapens it, and it is almost impossible to talk rationally after a performance. And besides, rational has little to do with music. Music lives in its own space and time and is hard to make sense of after the fact. What a relief to not have to dissect your passion. I hate band meetings, so this band has never had one. I hope we never do. The music will mediate all our problems, hopefully.


Name:
Remote Name: 24.4.252.64
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 22:39:09

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St. Stephen goes off without a hitch. A few slippery moments but the body of the song is intact. This is the most intricate song we do all night. Lots of breaks and time changes. The most dangerous being the 11 against 12 section. In this section during the eleven we split the band into sections. One section--Bruce, Bobby, Billy and Alphonso play 11 bars of 12 beats. The other section me, Kimock and Mark plays 12 bars of 11. The idea is to revolve around each other and meet at the pass, that is the new "one." It is a sometimes terrifying but rewarding moment. The chances of us not being pulled to the dark side, that is, to the other team's part, is great. You must concentrate on your subdivisions of the time while still making note of the revolutions of the other. It is like rubbing your stomach and patting your head. So cool when we meet for the big payoff at the end of our rhythmic flight during freefall. This is a little trick the great Alla Rahka taught me and I introduced to the band back in 1968. We must have tried it unsuccessfully a hundred times before we got it down. Back then it was just not done in the West, but I guess practice make perfect. I think we are the Karl Wallenda of this thing. It is very much like a high wire act without a net. If one person falters the whole pyramid collapses. How exciting.


Name: http://furthuron.com/roadwords/
Remote Name: 24.4.252.64
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 22:43:11

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Sure enough, it was a train wreck for me tonight. Sound was strange, the set was strange, and we ended on Bird Song. What a strange trip. Gary Lambert comes to me after the set and gives me words of wisdom. This was better than last night he says. I cannot believe my ears. To me it was slow, jazzy and unfocused. But he said this was the tender side, the sweet side. Maybe he was right, but only the tapes will tell. I remember how Jerry would hate a show and we would listen back and then use it on an album. A lot of this kind of music is different from product. It reflects real human values, both the good and the not so good. The hard and the soft, the quiet and the loud. I'm thinking about it now and can appreciate its uniqueness more now than when I played it just over an hour ago. No doubt there will be varying opinions and I do think they matter, nevertheless we made the trip together and rode the bus back to the hotel without ever discussing the set. We hardly ever talk about the music after we played it. It kind of cheapens it, and it is almost impossible to talk rationally after a performance. And besides, rational has little to do with music. Music lives in its own space and time and is hard to make sense of after the fact. What a relief to not have to dissect your passion. I hate band meetings, so this band has never had one. I hope we never do. The music will mediate all our problems, hopefully


Name:
Remote Name: 24.4.252.64
Date: 30 Aug 2000
Time: 22:43:53

Comments

now there's some double posting for ya


Name: KEVIN
Remote Name: 207.97.128.39
Date: 31 Aug 2000
Time: 07:45:10

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You know what? All this 'talk-up' used to be cute. Now it reeks of reality, and that's not cute. Save the negative critique for the rest of the world. Deadstein is not real, it's a fabrication of our freaky, adolescent, hedonistic, fantasies. If you don't have self-induced illusionary kudos to lay on the band, keep it to yourself. Sharing it is meaningless, it serves no positive purpose. And you know what else? Big Bad Dave is 100% correct. Come February 1st, we're all gonna fuckin' miss this. Large.


Name: Trister
Remote Name: 64.51.71.34
Date: 31 Aug 2000
Time: 09:27:16

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Come on Kevin, it's gonna be OK. We'll find a new place, or Scotty will work it out with his landlord, or we'll pay for a studio every (other?) week. I'll drive down from Canada still, because that Devil last week overpowers anything negative that was done or posted. Tumbling strats, bad food, huge breaks, who gives a shit? When deadstein comes together, even if it's only once a month, it's all worth it.

That's why you have to go to every show.....


Name:
Remote Name: 207.97.128.47
Date: 31 Aug 2000
Time: 09:45:57

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Trister, sweet, wise, Trister. Your Pos is inspirational, and hopefully contagious. Thank you for reminding me of my own credo.

Let us forge ahead in a calculating and cautious manner, with another credo of mine in mind, "Stragglers will be left behind". With Kindness on our side we can not fail.


Name: KEVIN
Remote Name: 207.97.128.47
Date: 31 Aug 2000
Time: 09:47:59

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Unintentionally did not sign above.


Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 31 Aug 2000
Time: 11:46:35

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I am sorry. I never learned the Deadstein credo...now I know better. I see the glass as half full all the time, and not half empty, so, what was I thinking....probably that selfishly, I was eyeing that Rat all night long, and my mouth was watering and we did not perform it. I cannot believe that it took me this long to find you and now you talk of it ending....

WHEN YOU HEAR THAT SONG....IT SEEMS LIKE ALL THIS LIFE WAS JUST A DREAM.....DEH-HEADSTEIN, DEH-HEADSTEIN.


Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 05 Sep 2000
Time: 16:16:50

Comments

I may not be greek, but I'll be bearing gifts tonight. There will be one for everyone who has not receive one yet, unless your last name is Schwartz. Then you get nada.


Name: tommy banjo
Remote Name: 216.173.8.66
Date: 11 Sep 2000
Time: 15:00:56

Comments

I just listened to the tape yesterday, and up to the point where we did Brown Eyed Women, we did ok. The Whole Lotta Love made me cringe!

 

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