This from the early '80s... I think...

Dude, he can't even finish fixing the reflecting pool! Let's see a successful renovation of the Kennedy Center (if it needs one) before we start inscribing his name.

Hemingway's shortest, saddest story, updated: For Sale Dave's Picks #59 Never Opened ebay.com/itm/178374021276

Hey, it's a living, but this is just embarrassing...

Cool story bro'. Now where are the rest of the Epstein files?

Really? Cool!

We used to play for silver, Now we play for Clive. R.I.P.

Introduce yourself with 10 bands you've seen live: Bob Dylan w/The Band Camper Van Beethoven David Bromberg Goat Rodeo Sessions (Yo-Yo Ma's new wave bluegrass) Grateful Dead The Meatmen Ramones Rolling Stones Sun Ra Tom Waits

NO president (R or D) is worth spending $1 billion on. If we suffered a major attack, who would be the most important after: Construction workers? Teachers? Doctors? Military? Parents? I think we could rebuild without the president.

Sigh. I stopped by Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute the other day just so I could stand outside the hall where I saw them play their little hearts out on 5/7/78. This is the show where Bobby, Jerry, and Donna all did the hula during Iko Iko. (Yes, really). Memories of the Hells Angels flying through the post-concert traffic jam at speed. ("Oh no! They're going to crash into my car and blame ME!"). All without incident... except for the sink someone ripped out of the wall in the bathroom by mistake. A swell time was had by all. archive.org/details/gd1978-0…

Cool arch dude! Before you start construction could we have gas under $4 per gallon and health insuance first? Asking for a friend.

Nassau 3/28/94 (Yikes! 31 years ago! Yet another problematic but fun '90s show) Old Review From This Date Summary: The Good Ol' Grateful Dead play rock 'n' roll There are the magical nights where everything fits seamlessly (like last night was for me) and the band "flips the switch". Then there are the shows, often at big arenas out in the hinterlands, where they "play the hits for the folks"; doing all of the new songs, plus one or two crowd-pleasing standards such as Truckin' or Not Fade Away. Or the wild space nights when the band plays "insect fear" and the dreaded off nights when the band looks like they are having a bad day at the factory, so they "clock in and clock out." And then there are the rock and roll nights. In my fantasy the Dead come to play at my parents house outside Philadelphia in the backyard. When this daydream comes true, they will play a show like tonight's show. Not the deep, deep, space; not St. Stephen or Dark Star backwards... (Hey, would you pull out that material at my mom and dad's house? No; you would play rock and roll.) The show opened with Let the Good Times Roll. The band sounded wonderfully relaxed. No pyrotechnics, no brilliant jams, just a lovely song sung just for fun. Bertha follows. Everyone sings along, and it rocks. Again, not innovative, not thought provoking, not groundbreaking. Just fun. (And what's wrong with fun?) The transition to Greatest Story Ever Told is hit or miss, but the song cooks along. (Old T-shirt I saw: "Thank God for Phil Lesh." Perhaps a bit much, but no less true...) West LA Fadeaway is fun for those big booming guitar chords but fails to part the Red Sea. (Man am I getting demanding in my old age!) No cowboy songs tonight. When I Paint My Masterpiece starts off with just Bobby playing and singing through most of the first verse. Once again, I'm reminded that for all his quirks, and for all you're sick of Eternity, this is a great musician. The song builds gradually to a nice peak. Jerry plays Pegio. I know, I know; Shmogger, who is not only an AOL member [AOL! Ancient past!] but also a gentleman and a scholar (I know, because I met him on the train coming home) thinks that this was phenomenal, but Uncle Grumpy (that's me) thought it was wonderful to hear without any real distinction. Go figure. Bobby plays Beat It on Down, followed by It Must Have Been the Roses. This is the kind of song that Jerry would sing at my parents house before taking a break for iced tea or more potato salad. It is beautiful and fun to sing. Just a bunch of guys standing around with guitars playing a folk song. We are having fun. What better way to spend a Monday night? The Music Never Stopped closes the first set. The entire audience sings the backup vocals. I'm sure that this has probably been happening on tour for ages, but it's the first time I've noticed it, and it's wonderful. A nice jam to end the set. Now is where the real trouble starts. We have been suffering through continued rain and cold here in the Megalopolis, so it's appropriate and thoughtful for the band to open with Rain. If you've heard the band do this Beatles song, then you know -- what could be bad when John Lennon is your songwriter? A terrific tune. Victim or the Crime follows, and I worry. Box of Rain is next. When I grow up (IF I grow up) I want to be Phil Lesh. Even my folks would approve of this song being played in their backyard, over by the barbecue. Tonight is a show for singing easy, beautiful songs. He's Gone has the nice gospel vocals at the end before leading into That Would Be Something. Hey, we've had a John Lennon song; why not a Paul McCartney number to balance it out? This leads to Goin' Down the Road. Remember, we still haven't heard the drums/space yet! I can hear Shmogger gnashing his teeth already, but I'm tellin' ya, from my point of view (point of hearing?) we haven't heard phenomenal improvisation yet in the second set. (Remember, this is "rock 'n' roll night" in Glen's backyard! Just a bunch of folks getting together to sing some wonderful songs). Drums/space comes and goes. Maybe it's because I was behind the stage tonight (no; not BACKSTAGE! BEHIND the stage!) that demystified some of this for me. It was great fun to watch Mickey, Bill, and Bralove work, but it wasn't cosmic for me even though it was very well played. I think I hear The Wheel, I think I hear Throwing Stones, I hope I hear St. Stephen (not even CLOSE!) but Bobby takes us into All Along the Watchtower. It's played really well -- a great rock and roll song performed by a great band. Lots of searing Jerry solos right where they are supposed to be. Jerry plays The Days Between, which is beautiful, even though I personally am having trouble getting my hands around this one yet. Bobby plays a very subdued Lovelight and we are gone. The encore was Brokedown Palace; a nice lullaby as the band leaves town. I met several AOL members on the train home; the aforementioned Shmogger, DeziLu, Sailboarder, and others. Most said that this was an amazing show, and several said it was the best they had ever seen. Maybe I'm getting too old and crotchety for this game, I guess I just don't know. But I still think -- educated opinions from others to the contrary -- that last night's show, with its pedestrian set list, was the better performance. Maybe "better" is the wrong word. I've learned that some folks like the space music and risky improvisations (that's me), some like the folky songs, some like wild set-lists, and some like rock and roll. I walk away feeling like I've seen a tremendous, RELAXED evening of music. Hard to find fault with that! Pull up a chaise lounge and pass the lemonade. The Dead show at Glen's backyard is over, but you're welcome to stay and roast some marshmallows. Peace Glen

There's an episode of The West Wing where they keep joking about The Allman Brothers. Google's AI says the reason this is funny is because the words "The Allman Brothers" sound just like the name of West Wing character "Josh Lyman". I'm not yet convinced that AI is taking over the world. youtube.com/watch?v=lDvP-87g…

Lawyers for the federal government have filed a motion to expedite the deportation of Liam Conejo Ramos. We were told that ICE was going after the worst of the worst -- murderers and rapists. Could you please clarify which one this kid is -- a rapist or a murderer?

Hey, funny story. Remember a long time ago when we were about to invade Greenland?

youtu.be/hS0wFiWpU4U?si=nb22… Donald -- just a friendly tip. Do not fuck with a bear that has a harpoon gun.

My favorite band but EVERYONE has an off night -- what were the WORST performances you attended? 11/20/78 - Bobby sick as a dawg. Missed most of the 2nd set. An interesting listen, but I had encouraged a huge group to attend and they were... not amused. 8/1/82 - Awful show and we had a great time. We saw a scorching performance the night before - they played late. On 8/1 the afternoon show gets postponed three times and the band finally show up hours late on the verge of death. Jerry's birthday (but the partying clearly happened post-show the night before). "We always blow the big ones." On the rail someone keeps screaming -- JERRY! WE BAKED YOU A CAKE! Jerry stares at his shoes and does not look up. Crash and burn with hilarious results.