June 2, 2018
**I didn't read through and edit this, I just wrote it quickly and posted at 4:00am.
Maaaan...it's been a long time since I have seen these guys play. They don't play very often, and I get out much less than that. My body is just too exhausted for doing shit anymore. I've long been to the point where it's even exhausting to have people visit me at my own home. I love seeing shows though...I mean...shit maaaaan, gruuuuvin' is the ultimate expression.
Since I'm such an idiot, I thought I was gonna miss the show 'cause I thought the advertising on The Dam's facecrack page said they were done at 10:30pm. Luckily, I am a fool 'cause that was not the case. I got there late 'cause I was hookin' Timmy up with an ultimate score of Jerry Garcia music...somethin' like 1600 Grateful Dead shows, a freakin' stack of Jerry solo shows from 1962 right through til about 1994 (I don't have any solo Jerry from his final year in '95), and a whack load of videos too.
It took me way longer to put all the shows together for him than I thought it would, so I was half expecting the show to be over when I got there. To my kind pleasure though, when I rolled up in the parking lot and got outta my van I heard an Around and Around blastin' outta the place. I was psyched!
I went in straight to the bar, ordered my standard Rye n' Ginger and went down to the floor and started gruuuuuvin'. I saw Ryan right away...only after he grabbed my shoulders from behind. (I had missile lock on the boys gettin' down.)
It's always great to see Ryan. I've known him for at least 10 years now and I have never not laughed around him. Ever! I guess we both entertain each other. When I was talking to him, Red rolled up to say hello. I hadn't seen him forever. I've known him for 15 years. Then it was Joe's sister and Em who I have known for equally as long (They're like family to me.)... Lookkit that...all these amazing people who I rarely ever see 'causea my penchant to never get out and go anywhere.
I did a bit of talking, but I'm not very good at that in bars. It's too loud and I don't like to yell. Even in my minimum conversation depth, I was mostly just focused on the Turkeys playing.
I couldn't figure out the last time I saw them. I have no freakin' clue. What I more thought about was the first time I ever saw them, which was pretty much exactly 19 years ago. It was at the Royal just after I moved here from the islands in late May or start of June 1999. I remember it crystal clear.
I love the Turkeys for what they are. I really do. Right back to the first time I ever saw them that time at the Royal, or just after that up the mountain in Ymir on Earle's property...which was also BC-DC's first show. (I was given some hash ice cream there. It was pretty stylin'.)
I saw them at Ymir Hall too some other time. I remember for nothing more than sitting in the back with Chad before the show, and Scully rolled in, immediately took the fire extinguisher off the wall and gave it a quick shot just for the fuck of it. Chad looked at me with a big smile, "Scully's here! That fuckin' guy's hilarious!
I've seen them many times in clusters, but not for a long time. They are freakin' fantastic in their raspy charm. That's the first impression they struck me with all those years ago and it has never changed.
I had a fatty smile on my face. Gruuuuvin' and drinkin' my Rye. Not bad maaaan...not too bad at all. They filled me with happiness. I love Grateful Dead things so much, so it was more than seeing them play and hearing the music they created that spoke to me, but also plainly what the music I love means to them as well. They're not doin' it for anything more than how much they love the music and I appreciate that on a very profound level. It doesn't matter if they raunch out a tune or crush it, it's all beautiful to me for that reason at the very least. Tonight had both the raunch and the beauty
I got there about half way through the second set. When Red told me they were gonna play three sets I was psyched!
I talked to Scully at set break, and went outside to hang out with Kenny, and met Red's partner, Megan. She was super nice. Em, Jeff and I talked about paddle boarding this summer...which'll be awesome! I also saw Ronnie, who didn't have a clue who I was until I did some mind jogging for him. I rode with he and Jeff to Vancouver in 2001 to see Steve Kimock. Eventually he remembered, and it kinda blew his mind as it was only 17 years ago. I even saw Elissa there when she came up from behind me to say hello.
It was great to see so many great people. How lucky am I to know all of them?!
For the actual show, although Franklin's Tower is onea the tunes tattooed on my arm, it wasn't the song that reeled me in the most tonight...that was Tennessee Jed. It actually made my face hurt from painting such a fatty smile on it. It was pure happiness. Of course I sang it my own way, which always makes me love it even more, but musically they carried it really well and I really appreciated it.
(I scribed my own version of Tennessee Jed while sitting in a park overlooking the mountains in Vancouver in 1997 when I was writing a letter to one of my tour friends from Minnesota. <Lisa Smeija> Instead of the lyrics, "Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee," I sing, "Jerry G, Jerry G, there ain't no face I'd rather see, baby won't you carry me back to Jerry G." The same as, "You better head back to Tennessee Jed," I sing, "You better head back to Jerry G, Jed!")
Tennessee Jed was the song of the night for me, but in it's own special way, the song that spoke to me the most was the Hey Jude Finale out of Dear Mr. Fantasy.
Scully had some really nice riffs during Fantasy, but those first lines of that Jude Finale definitely walked that fine line of infused raunchiness which made it purely amazing. It just strung it together with this charm and made it shine. It was beautiful...I fuckin' loved it
Scully had everyone laughing (even the boys in the band) at the end of This Could Be The Last Time. Just when you thought Timmy was finishing it up, with a big fatty smile on his face, Scully started bustin' out the kind Bobby screams. It was freakin' hilarious. Fuckin' nice one bro!
The whole time I was there, I just stood gruuuuvin' with a fatty smile on my face. Sometimes my eyes would be open, sometimes they would be closed, and the whole time I was singin' to the tunes the boys were kickin' out.
After the show was done I went up on stage to talk to Timmy while he was packin' up. Gave him the Jerry packed hard drive, a hug, and I was on my way.
Bottom line: FUCK YEAH FOR THE TURKEYS!
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I am a simple guy who likes to dream of the impossible and go after it. I have found fun in writing about my journey as well as other things that inspire me too.