here at gss we had a special ceremony tonight, during which we burned all our old grateful dead concert tapes. don't call them 'bootlegs' - that implies an oppositional stance from the band as regards taping. the dead were always on your side about that sort of thing, like a gift-giving set of drugged-up uncles. really the all-american band, blending rootsy folk/country vernacular with fine psychedelia and that great post-enlightenment virtue: bloated self-indulgence. wonderful.
but we burned the tapes because frankly, like you, we prefer to occasionally have sex, and the tapes were getting in the way. the drum solos/duets are the musical equivalent of erectile dysfunction: a lot of banging around, no real shape to the thing, then anticlimax.
if you're sensible you'll do the same.
I think I'll get rid of my tapes - they are in a closet at my mom's house and I think she would appreciate it. I'll put that on my 43 things.
I still listen to the Dead, I just replaced the tapes with better sounding Dick's Picks CDs which I save on my PC and stream anywhere in the house and I just hide all the boring drum solos. But yeah...
Posted by: fixedgaer | 18 January 2005 at 10:53