"American Beauty" is great and "Workingman's Dead" is okay. Never got into much beyond that.
I like New Riders of the Purple Sage, though.
I like New Riders of the Purple Sage, though.
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Mr. Tomlinson has just threatened Leslie Varney, a female publisher whom he has been attacking on Twitter from behind a block for more than a year, to be sued into poverty with a lawsuit that will presumably be funded by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.
- Mr. Tomlinson's 2021 lawsuit was funded in secret by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, a 501(c)(3) charity, to the tune of $100,000 without the knowledge or consent of their donors or members. They also agreed to pay any sanctions in case he lost (which he did).
- All parties involved signed NDAs so that the general public would never know.
- To this day, SFWA has never acknowledged its funding of the lawsuit, and actively instructs the few people in the know to ignore all inquiries into it.
- Is the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America funding Mr. Tomlinson's lawsuit against the Milwaukee Police? If they are, the general public probably wouldn't know due to their history of funding expensive lawsuits in secret.
- You can use IRS form 3949-A to report SFWA's activity if you reasonably believe that it is illegal for a 501(c)(3) charity to secretly fund frivolous nuisance lawsuits for one of its members.
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- Mr. Tomlinson's feud started after members of the now-defunct Reddit site r/opieandanthony got his Twitter account suspended, causing him to threaten some bored trolls who never heard of him with a libel lawsuit. The trolls responded predictably.
- Mr. Tomlinson has been instructed many times by friends, family, police, and attorneys to stop engaging with his trolls, and that continuing to provoke them will cause him to be trolled even more. Mr. Tomlinson wilfully ignores this advice
- He would eventually file a defamation suit against 60 anonymous people which was dismissed with Mr. Tomlinson being ordered to pay $34,762.25 for opposing parties' attorney fees.
- He ended up paying $83,736.99 due to his unsuccessful attempts to dodge the court-ordered judgement, for which he faced jail time and contempt charges.
- He also filed 2 frivolous restraining orders against people who had engaged in First Amendment-protected behavior (one for texting him and another for attending his contempt of court hearing), both of which were dismissed.
- Early on in the lawsuit, Mr. Tomlinson vandalized his own motorcycle and submitted a false police report blaming the people he was suing.
- He accidentally sent surveillance video of the alleged vandal (himself) to a troll.
- Mr. Tomlinson has never shown this video footage during any of his media tours, and desperately tries to scrub it from the internet.
- Mr. Tomlinson claims that the surveillance video was initiated by his "motion-activated" camera, which only collects "30 seconds at a time", despite the video being 32 seconds long and beginning several seconds before the "vandal" enters into the frame.
- On 13 April 2023, the individual responsible for calling the fake emergences (SWATs) to Mr. Tomlinson's house, a SWAT-for-hire dealer named "Torswats", revealed that Mr. Tomlinson ordered the SWATs to his own house because he wanted to get in the news and sue the MPD for money.
- Torswats would repeat these allegations in private chats which were not intended for public view.
- Mr. Tomlinson has gone on multiple news tours since the SWATtings started in order to promote his victimhood brand, utilizing the services of Lenora Claire.
- He also recently sued the MPD for money.
WWAW the Grateful Dead?
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Properly stoned I can get into the Dead's studio hits, but I can't stand any of their live stuff, it's all meandering hippy bullshit. Phish, Widespread Panic, String Cheese Incident, same shit to me.
Properly stoned I can get into the Dead's studio hits, but I can't stand any of their live stuff, it's all meandering hippy bullshit. Phish, Widespread Panic, String Cheese Incident, same shit to me.
I’m not a fan of Panic nor SCI, but I will kindly disagree with the “meandering” and “unstructured” points made in this thread. The Dead made a lot of songs that are somewhat complex to perform. The noodling in the jam sections are undoubtedly the genesis of these thoughts but the song structures themselves are pretty interesting. Phish is a good example of this, as well. Yeah, it’s easy to throw out da hate, but when you also consider that Phish is still doing it after 40 years and consistently are one of the larger touring acts in the country. This is Phish doing a Dead tune with The Lorax himself: Bob Weir from a few years back.
Some of their stuff I totally get you, yeah it’s a log of noodling and jamming. But songs like “Bertha” are pretty tight, always puts me in a good mood.
We'll have to agree to disagree
Boomerific Saturday evening brothamen:
I think Jerry Garcia would’ve been a Joe poster:
“Cow was given kerosene / kid can’t read at seventeen / the words he knows are all obscene but / it’s all right”
I think Jerry Garcia would’ve been a Joe poster:
“Cow was given kerosene / kid can’t read at seventeen / the words he knows are all obscene but / it’s all right”
I'm all in with the Dead from '68 through '78 and have the hard drive to prove it. My favorite year is '69. When I saw a dozen shows in the nineties, they were a shadow of their former selves because Jerry was too smacked out on china white. I probably saw two or three good sets out of those dozen shows, but I still went to them because they were a great place to score good acid and marijuana.
That album from Veneta, Oregon (1972) is great, too. Probably my favorite version of “Jack Straw”
I first got my hands on that show a couple of months before Jerry died. I was in Munich, Germany smoking some hash with a friend in the Englischer Garten. This German hippy named Hans Winkler noticed I was wearing a Dead shirt. He told us that he had some great Dead tapes back at his apartment that he'd trade for some of our Amsterdam hash. My friend and I were very relieved to meet his wife when we arrived at Hans' apartment because we thought there was a chance that he might chloroform us and fuck our virgin American buttholes. There are a lot of great shows from '72, but that one is my favorite.
Me too. When I'm happy and content with my life, I listen to the Grateful Dead, Garcia and Kahn, Jerry Garcia Band, Old and in the Way, etc... When I'm listening to 90's dutch hardcore techno, it's a good sign to avoid me.
Seconded (except about the Dutch hardcore techno. What THE FUCK is THAT?!).
It’s just good tunes, man. Thank god Joseph Cumia doesn’t have any rendition of the Dead. That faggot would probably call it (Un)Grateful Dead or, to keep in line with tradition, Not Grateful Dead
My rich and irresponsible parents let me go to Europe for a month every summer starting in 1994 when I was seventeen. I probably never would have gotten into this shit if I hadn't spent so much time in the Netherlands back in those days. To really get this shit, you have to be at a huge rave and high as fuck on ecstasy. The Energiehal in Rotterdam was absolutely nuts in the 90's. It's obviously very different music compared to the Dead, but the raves had a similar feel to the Dead shows: Everyone was high as fuck and just wanted to have a great time.
Confession: I went to see Dead And Company last summer in Herseypark, PA. I did it for a girl. The tailgate scene was fun, but the show itself was aural Valium. But I did what I had to do. I know maybe five Dead tunes, and they didn't play any of those.
I always kind of liked Deadheads back in the day, though. I used to work with a major Deadhead who had the best acid, and he was practically giving it away, too. He had these sugar cubes, the little square ones, triple-dipped, so each one was three doses, and he sold them for a buck apiece. I bought thirty of them, my friends and I were tripping balls for a month and a half. Not that shitty microdot acid, but the real shit.
I ate around half of one at work, first thing in the morning, and I was totally useless all day. I was working with a guy, and he had to wash some big stupid truck. I was just sitting around, smoking cigarettes and grinning like a retard. I kept crimping the hose, and he was getting all annoyed, not knowing what was going on. Then, just like in a cartoon, he held the nozzle up to his eyeball to see what the obstruction was. I let the hose go, and it was totally hilarious. I mean I was laughing like an imbecile for hours, to the point where the foreman asked what the hell was wrong with me. Good times.
I always kind of liked Deadheads back in the day, though. I used to work with a major Deadhead who had the best acid, and he was practically giving it away, too. He had these sugar cubes, the little square ones, triple-dipped, so each one was three doses, and he sold them for a buck apiece. I bought thirty of them, my friends and I were tripping balls for a month and a half. Not that shitty microdot acid, but the real shit.
I ate around half of one at work, first thing in the morning, and I was totally useless all day. I was working with a guy, and he had to wash some big stupid truck. I was just sitting around, smoking cigarettes and grinning like a retard. I kept crimping the hose, and he was getting all annoyed, not knowing what was going on. Then, just like in a cartoon, he held the nozzle up to his eyeball to see what the obstruction was. I let the hose go, and it was totally hilarious. I mean I was laughing like an imbecile for hours, to the point where the foreman asked what the hell was wrong with me. Good times.
I tried to take half a hit before high school once, 3 different teachers asked me if I needed to go to the nurse. When I tried to take the 2nd half that weekend I found out that all of the acid was in the half I already ate and the 2nd half was just LSDless.
I had this friend at the time, and he ate a third of a sugar cube. An hour later he was whining about it not working, and he kept badgering me for more, so I gave him the rest of it. Then he fell into a weird, wide-eyed trance, and all he said for the rest of the night was "I'm OK, I'm OK" over and over. We drove him home, and we didn't see him again for two and a half years.
Probably the greatest name for a band ever, and I do love their artwork.But, they are terrible.
I do enjoy this song though.
I do enjoy this song though.