“If there is to be peace in the world,

There must be peace in the nations.

If there is to be peace in the nations,

There must be peace in the cities.

If there is to be peace in the cities,

There must be peace between neighbors.

If there is to be peace between neighbors,

There must be peace in the home.

If there is to be peace in the home,

There must be peace in the heart.”


© 2014



G is for Grateful Dead

A must read for all music lovers and Deadheads.

A Unique Title For Me

The Grateful Dead have become a family to me, maybe more of a virtual family, but a family none the less.  The Grateful Dead have passed down stories through their songs and these stories are worth retelling as a long strange trip.  To me the Grateful Dead are eternal, their music transcends space and time and runs deep to the primal core of what it means to be a human being.  The group is not together any more, unless you consider remnants and spinoffs, once Jerry Garcia died in 1995, so sadly there is no more Grateful Dead.  I will always identify myself as being a Deadhead and I plan on writing some more posts on this group.  Most bands can be copied, but it is not easy for a band to mimic the Grateful Dead sound.

The Library of Congress chose to archive an entire show by The Grateful…

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Memorial Beach Weekend (part 1)

The prez went golfing, the kids went to Daytona to ride waves.
They love each other when the weather ain’t so gray.
I stayed home, runny nose to my toes, bandana over my mouth,
counted the door dash twenty-somethings deliver pizza,
could smell the garlic bread from across the way, uncovered for a breath
like coming up for water, or jousting with a drag off some worldly monument, holding it as a cigar, the Statue of Liberty, or The Moai, one of nine-hundred, and his oversized head, so much for this inhale, what’d gag and crumble almost everyone…


It’s Getting Scary, Stay Calm

Yes, this is nothing anyone has seen. It’s mass confusion in some corners; it’s hibernated praying in many rooms, all corners built to prove we’re staying clean and uninfected. I hope everyone stays safe and calm, don’t let cabin fever get to you, and stay sober if you’re working on that. If I can make it through a pandemic without drink, we can make it through anything, my dear. Keep love in your heart for those suffering, strength in your tears for those who continue to care for us out there in the deep where parties used to end…

-Space Cadet

High Time - Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter

You told me goodbye, how was I to know
You didn't mean goodbye, you meant please don't let me go?
I was having a high time, living the good life, well I know
The wheels are muddy, got a ton of hay,
Now listen here, Baby, 'cause I mean what I say.
I'm having a hard time, living the good life, well I know.
I was losing time, I had nothing to do,
No one to fight, I came to you.
Wheels broke down, leader won't draw,
The line is busted, the last one I saw.
Tomorrow come trouble, tomorrow come pain,
Now don't think too hard Baby, 'cause I know what I'm saying.
I could show you a high time, living the good life, don't be that way.
Nothing's for certain, it could always go wrong,
Come in when it's raining, go on out when it's gone.
We could have us a high time, living the good life, well I know.

Space Cadet’s Brief Ode To The Grateful Dead. (first Draft)

The Grateful Dead, whether they knew it, whether they still know it, led the rockers down the backstage hall to the stage said, Here You Go, We’ve Been Here. We’re Still Here. What’s up with you these days? There are times when the point is only to keep doing what you’re doing as much as you can before it kills you. What else do we have to live for sometimes besides the art that eventually kills us? That reinvents young souls. O, such a ringing I hear now in those notes on high, sharp and deep as they are wide, misunderstood and dead-on right. 

It’s no surprise most people don’t know it, didn’t understand them, didn’t get it. Whatever you want to call not digging their music, The Boys are still leading those musicians and the tin-eared oblivious to the stage to join them, Give it a try, Have a go at it, they say. I can hear them all the time while others hear nothing of it at all. I sing and dream to Robert Hunter’s lyrics. I startle awake to Weir’s slide, slip back to sleep with Garcia’s trickling and bright light; it eventually turns gray. Everything does. But what is there to give up on when all’s left to do is to keep moving forward. The Grateful Dead’s lyrics, music, their existence and influence—a craziness that love defines—was a late in the day indecision I chose to go left with love instead of turning right to discover time “will not forgive you, if you will not take a chance.”

The Grateful Dead Show—so funky and fancy plain fun. Space is a jolting, rustling warmth in the soul, and when I look to those skies, it’s hard to believe the coldness of the stars when I get lost in an opened mind set as I continue to circle this earth, above everyday life. I guess that’s what The Dead does for me: they teach me the dangers of deep space travel with no time like now to keep going, so I’ll have another day before I circle, staring below as the crazy kids dance across the world.