Any Day Now

 

Full lyrics available at BobDylan.com.

It's Perfect

 

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And that reminded me of this:

“We're like licorice. Not everybody likes licorice, but the people who like licorice really like licorice.”  ~Jerry Garcia

Any Day Now

 

Full lyrics available at BobDylan.com.

An Uncluttered Life

 

Shines Through

 

"Where do you begin?  There's so much to say about him.  He was a benign, lovable guy and he was also a magic man, a shaman.  There was a feeling of going out in the world with kindness that Jerry Garcia represented.  That shines through beyond all the other stuff."  ~Mickey Hart

Throw out the Lifeline

I love the way he took a gospel standard and made it personal.

Unexpectedly, Jerry Garcia offers a more traditional version:

Full lyrics HERE.

He's Here

 

"I see him in my dreams all the time.  I hear him when I'm on stage.  I would say I can't talk to him, but I can.  I don't miss him, he's here with me."  ~Bob Weir, on Jerry Garcia

I'm glad he has a connection that endured beyond death.  But I'm envious.

The people I've lost are just gone.  I don't feel their presence, they don't visit me in my dreams.

And I wish they did.

Big Smile

 

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Donna onstage dates this to between 1971 and 1979.  I love seeing the big smile on Jerry's face!

Picture via MrGratefulDean

Their Kindness, The Way Their Eyes Sparkle…

 

 From Theresa "Trixie" Garcia:
 

I'm no Jerry Garcia expert, I'm just his kid, born right into this scene and still trying to figure it out.  When I was younger, it was natural to rebel away from the Grateful Dead.  Now I have a very honest appreciation for it and have set out to learn more.  Mark Pincus of Rhino Records helped explain Jerry's significance to me one day:  "Your dad deserves to be one of the faces on the Mount Rushmore of rock & roll."  For some reason, this explanation laid it all out for me in a way that the seas of hippies hadn't.  Jerry Garcia is a great American musician whose legacy will endure long past my own lifetime.
 
As far as I can tell, Jerry fans all have one thing in common besides their kindness, the way their eyes sparkle and their generally freedom-loving tendencies:  They all share a story about how their lives truly began the day the saw my dad play, how a particular show or moment introduced them into a whole new perspective on life.  I don't know how, but it's true:  music heals, and good vibes are better for you than bad.  There is now science behind these truths the hippies rediscovered in the 60s.
 
The band may have said "Fare thee well," but what Jerry built isn't going anywhere.  It's a monolith of a thing that no one can ever tear down or shut off.

Tell you what I'll do:

 "You're my woman" is one of those phrases that didn't age well, but in the context of the times it's actually a pretty sweet little song.

Jerry didn't like to perform this song live because he didn't think there were many possibilities for improvisation, but the current Dead lineup has put it back in play.

Full lyrics HERE.

If happiness had a sound track…

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You Are Part of Everything

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"Dear Prudence" is one of my favorite Beatles' songs, and it turns out to have been a favorite of Jerry Garcia, too.

Full lyrics HERE.

"He just didn't know any other way."

Steve Parish was a roadie for the Grateful Dead and manager for the Jerry Garcia Band.  His 2003 autobiography, Home Before Daylight: My Life on the Road With the Grateful Dead, is about his own life and experiences.  It's not a tell-all by any means, but of course his story overlaps with theirs.

His stories about losing Jerry Garcia to addiction are heartbreaking.  The first excerpt below is about the aftermath of Parish losing his wife and children in a car crash; the second comes years later, as it became clear Garcia was nearing the end of his life:

That first night, when I got to the show, Jerry approached me backstage and gave me a hug. He seemed so sad, so moved by my loss. And then, in a twisted but genuinely loving gesture, he did something that astounded me.

"Hey, man," he said, his eyes brimming with tears. "You want some heroin? It'll kill the pain."

I thanked him but declined the offer. "If I did anything right now-- one snort, one drink-- I'd never stop."

He nodded and told me again how sorry he was. In that instant I felt more pity for Jerry than I did for myself, because he really was trying to help. He just didn't know any other way.

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There is nothing quite as sad and painful as living with a junkie. You watch him die, inch by inch, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet?

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Full lyrics at BobDylan.com.

We need

 

 

"We need magic and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it." ~Jerry Garcia

 

 

Any Day Now

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I read an article once that said Jerry Garcia should not be considered  a top-tier guitarist because he played too slow.

I disagreed with it.

Thou Shalt Not Be Afraid

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This'll renew ya.

Nina

 

How amazing is it that, with seven billion people on earth, you can look at this and instantly know not only who it is, but who drew it?

Time Stood Still

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A beautiful song for a Sunday Morning.

From SongMeanings.net:

“I suppose I (writer Van Morrison) was about twelve years old. We used to go to a place called Ballystockart to fish. We stopped in the village on the way up to this place and I went to this little stone house, and there was an old man there with dark weather-beaten skin, and we asked him if he had any water. He gave us some water which he said he’d got from the stream. We drank some and everything seemed to stop for me. Time stood still. For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this ‘other dimension.’ That’s what the song is about.”