July is a great month to rock out and party on. The US of A celebrated its 240th birthday, which gave us a jolly good reason for barbequing and indulging in hot fudge ice cream sundaes (OMG, I ONLY ate one. It was served in an oversized vat (I had NO idea vats came OVERSIZED), but if I don’t have a problem with that vat why should you?)
Yummy, yummy, yummy, I had a gallon of fudge (whipped cream with a patriotic cherry on top) in my tummy.
However, I did have a problem with an overabundance of noisy fireworks this July. I mean, the celebration is supposed to be on the Fourth of July right? Some people in my neighborhood seemed to think two weeks before and three after the 4th are OK as well. My pooch Rosie Colleen has a message and a bone to pick with these lawbreakers:
“Ggggggggrrrrroooowwwwllll…. You scared me, bro.”
My doggy diva did manage to put on a faaaaabulous outfit for the National bash, dontcha think? She is so gifted. She so wanted me to decorate for the big partay. I obliged as usual. I also obliged the gifted Ringo Starr on his 76th (can that be that right??) birthday when I shouted out my front door at noon (adorned in a Ringo concert tee with assorted tie-dye accessories): “Peace and love! Peace and love!” Only a few Police cars appeared in front of my hippie home. I was soooo relieved when the men in blue leapt from their squad cars singing “All you need is love, love is all you need!”
Heck, I then did an encore in my backyard shouting “Peace and love! Peace and love!” for extra good karma, man.
(The Dalai Lama had his birthday the day before Ringo, and I knew he would approve. OM my gosh, he would.)
There were a couple of other big parties in July, but they were not the kind of paries I had any interest in! I need joy not fear. I was interested, let’s say excited, bout a major partay taking place at the end of July at “Shoreline Amphitheatre.” This famous music venue is located near the shore of San Francisco Bay in beautiful Mountain View, California. It was the warm weather concert venue for many a Grateful Dead show. We last attended a farewell concert for the surviving “Dead” members one year ago. That was supposed to be their swan song, but some of the guys in the band were having a lot of fun and decided to continue playing concerts. I think they liked all the “bread” they were making (NOT baking) The band name is a new incarnation, as they are now known as “Dead & Company,” minus Phil Lesh who signed a long-term contract with the farewell tour promoter. The popular singer John Mayer is a newcomer to the Grateful Dead scene, and is there for the younger folk I imagine. We sure do miss Phil, but Deadheads are adaptable, man. We come for the music and to commune with other Deadheads. And let’s not forget all the tie-dye fashion! Tres groovy, baby.
Speaking of tie-dye fashion, I asked my old man Henry, official photographer of “The Laugh Laundry,” to take a photo of a fabulously dressed goddess waiting to be allowed into the Amphitheatre. Turned out she was visiting from Australia! Thought I heard faint strains coming from a didgeridoo, but perhaps I was a wee bit dehydrated. Dunno. Where DID that Koala bear come from? Some straaaange vibes at Dead shows, folks.
We were so surprised that we were recognized from shows and festivals that we’ve been to over the years! I think my hubby’s terrapin hat is a “dead” giveaway. (He has the only one that we know of.) People seem to know me too. A couple of tie-dye folks from Berkeley’s “Shakedown Street” Festival were jazzed to see us. Bob is a youngish gray haired guy who was using some kind of funky contraption to navigate due to a broken toe. Ouch. How the heck did you break it, we inquired? He fell off his skateboard! Remember I said he was gray haired? Bob will be absent from this year’s Festival. He and his partner are in a photo with moi and zee hubby. Guess what? We posed for even more photos–again!
The guys were rockin.’ Drummers Mickey Hart and Bill Kreutzman took me to new levels of consciousness. I thought maybe all those garlic fries and a trippy Portobello shroom burger may have been at work, especially when I saw Jerry Garcia waving at me. But I know it was the magical percussion and sound work from Mickey and Billy that
blew me away. I had an awesome rock show experience that could have been ruined by an unexpected sight: It was a happy man walking up the stairs garbed in a white shirt festooned with a red-hat wearing GNOME wearing a tie-dye shirt!!!
Oh gnooooome, it can’t be!!!!!! Every dang time I think they’re gone…..
Please rock out this summer and experience the magic of joy, oh boy.
Peace, love, joy & laughter,