My friends, Phil and his friends

Baseball weekend in May with Uncle Crappy and The Wife was great. During the weekend, I was informed that my attendance was mandatory the weekend of July 14th. What? Where? Why? Mandatory? Holy crap, that sounds like college or something.

Technically, it is. Well, maybe more like a “refresher” course. We are all meeting in Columbus for an evening with Phil Lesh and Friends. I am totally stoked. I love to hang with my buddies. I love to get a little polluted, from time to time. And, I’m needin’ me some hippie music. I need to cut loose and dead dance a little bit.

It’s all Juan’s fault. He gave me a cassette tape with American Beauty on the A side and Shakedown Street on B. I was 15. I’d been listening to AC/DC and the like. Given the general weirdness of some of the Dead’s music, this was a really good choice. FRIEND OF THE DEVIL, BOX OF RAIN and CASEY JONES were the “hits”. And I use that term loosely. I don’t think “hippie music” and popular have ever been used in a sentence together. (Eventually, they broke the Top 10 with TOUCH OF GRAY)

Well, that was pretty much it for me. I loved the stuff. Blue grass, blues, honky tonk, funky, freaky, whatever. And I’d yet to go to a show. That really blew the doors off. That was in 1986 at the Akron Rubber Bowl.

But, that is a whole ‘nother story. I’ll save that for the next installment.

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One Response to My friends, Phil and his friends

  1. Uncle Crappy says:

    Um … how much of that Rubber Bowl show do you actually remember?

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