Did you remember that the late Jerry Garcia’s birthday is the very first day of the awesome month of August? It’s OK if you didn’t as I nearly forgot myself! Wondering how that could happen to a Deadhead like me? Well, I’m gonna blame it on GDSO. I think of it as Grateful Dead Sensory Overload. That’s a Dead post concert phenomenon where you experience the cumulative effects of all that far-out music, magic, flashing lights and some groovy dancing bears. (Dancing bears? Well, I saw them, so there!) So I was just plain (no, tie-dyed) exhausted for the next couple of days, people. But my neighbor sent my hubby home with some of her home-baked lemon cake after Henri dropped off a wee gift bag for her and the hubby. Maybe there is such a thing as good karma: Not only did I get an unsolicited reminder for Jerry’s b.d., I got some yummy birthday cake to boot! The hubby bought “Cherry Garcia” ice cream in Berkeley to have with zee cake. Delish, man. Hippie Birthday to Jerry!
Jerry Day, known as a Hippie High Holy Day for Jerry Garcia fans is celebrated on the first Sunday of August. However, this year it was held on August 14. Oh, boy, nothing beats having to wait nearly two weeks without an explanation. (We don’t get many reasonable explanations these days, do we, huh?) We had to miss the 50th anniversary of the Festival of the Chariots in Golden Gate Park because of the changed date, but we are well-known at Jerry Day and could not miss this groovy birthday bash.
(You just know that my old man was so looking forward to the free vegetarian feast at the Golden Gate Park Hindu festival. Yeah, right.)
We brought our own “feast” to nosh at McLaren Park, however. But the real feast was the one we had for our senses. I don’t even bother to take the Parking Angel with moi to this event. Why bother? She would not function under such trying circumstances. (She told me she needed some rest after the trauma of the Haight/Ashbury Street Fair.) After all, word about the primo (free!) event always gets around to everyone who is a devotee of the departed bandleader. It’s announced in myriad publications because Deadheads still love print, as well as the Internet, TV and radio waves. The news may even travel on the Ethernet waves, man. And don’t forget to ask a psychic; they probably know, too!
I did mention the feast for our senses, didn’t I? I’m pretty darn certain that all the tie-dye colors worn by fans have increased at least ten-fold since we first began going to Jerry Day. OK, my math isn’t that great so I may be a few folds off in one direction or the other. But the intensity of so many colorful costumes is noticeable. People were complementing moi on my festival attire. I plan well in advance, although I’m game for groovy updates, folks. Hey, it’s a partay!
It was awesome to see so many familiar faces, including folks from the recent show in Mountain View. The fab diva from Australia was there. And when I gave her my business card she commented on my name. Turns out we are both named Kathleen. Pretty groovy, huh? Tie-dye Bob, he who has the busted toe from a skateboard mishap, is still trying to get around on his cumbersome contraption. He told us he has had worse injuries than that one! I did not ask what they were. Nice guy, though. A true devotee Primo was there, too. Man, can this dude dance. We have been seeing him for many years doing his thing. He gets shown on the TV news a lot because of his “primo” dance moves at every Jerry Day. We even saw a young couple we thought had missed at last year’s bash. Don’t know how we could have missed them with only a few thousand fans covering nearly every inch of the Jerry Garcia Amphitheatre. I’m sorry, but EVERY inch appeared to be covered this year, so don’t even think about going. Please save this totally fab, groovy and freeee concert for me, man. Puleeeze remember, my old man loves free! We even have the fabulous folks named Wendy and Odin save us free seats every year. Odin even takes our photo. It doesn’t get any bettah than this. Well, maybe the music keeps getting bettah every year. How is that possible? Must be magic, I guess. Special props to the awesome Jessica, and to a super Deadhead Cindy from Saccamenna.
To summarize Jerry Day I quote our tie-dye purveyor friend, JB:
“One of the best days of our year. Seriously, our community comes out in force, showing their colors, and loving one another. What’s not to love?”
Indeed. Does anyone remember the post where I included a link to the famous Beatles Abbey Road crossing? Well, why not? I told my readers that I was photographed crossing this very road, but had lost track of the photos (my English friend was kind enough to be my photog.). I found them! Enjoy. It’s no wonder that London drivers wish that intersection would go away. I watch folks jumping into traffic all the time. I didn’t jump into traffic, but I was oblivious to the stopped cars you will see in my pics. Oh, and notice I am giddily smiling as I risk their patience. One of them is a cab and they are always in a rush. Check out http://www.onabbeyroad.com/cam.htm and take a look at moi. Thanks.
Today is a historical day in Beatlemania: The final Beatles concert took place in 1966 at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. I was not there for the final Beatles concert, but I was there for the final concert at Candlestick which featured Sir Paul McCartney! Candlestick Park was leveled so the land could be turned into some sort of corporate colossus. It’s sad, man. Some say the haunted strains of Beatles tunes can be heard when the vibes are just right. “She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”
As a dedicated fan of the Fab Four, I put on a Beatles tee, tie-dye socks and my Union Jack sunglasses. I fixed an amazing English dinner and downed some Shandy. All the hubby had to say was, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!”
*Peace, love, joy & laughter, Kathleen *