Last Stop before the Promised Land

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BoomTown: the last exit in Nevada before Interstate 80 climbs the Sierra Mountains & hurtles on over the Bay Bridge & into San Francisco.

I feel nostalgia thinking about it. A big ol’ honker Pang. Matter of fact: I need a drink.

I know for a fact Pippi blew by BoomTown a few dozen times at least and if she never stopped it was for a good reason: Pippi was on her way to see the Grateful Dead in California.

So she had better things to do.

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But she remembers it was there. I’ll wager she does. Good old BoomTown: Last exit before the Promised Land!

Gotta quandary: I want to explain the Grateful Dead to readers who weren’t there. And do Justice for you kids who were. But that’d be like trying to describe how it feels to slurp your own brains up through a cocktail straw. Dig? It’s tricky. But I say! That was one cosmic & curiously strong Drink.

The Dead threw the Best Party Ever on Planet Earth.

Oh and it was Awesome dudes!

For fun on Grateful Dead Tour we used to butter our toast with dripping gobs of raw crystal LSD — the original Grand Slam breakfast! — at Denny’s on our way out of town. Just for something to Do (besides drive) on days when the band didn’t play..

Holy shot!! Ain’t that illegal?

Sweet Memory: Eugene Oregon’s Autzen Stadium back in ’94. The shows where Ann Coulter found Jesus Christ — but that’s another story…

Cool thing about Eugene was the way the cops for once weren’t allowed to run us off like kicked dogs after each show. So we made a weekend of It. Pitched a tent maybe & then got wasted on drugs until it jolly dang-well pleased us. Fuck yeah we did.

Sweet Mother Earth knows we did.

It rained for the first gig of that 3-show ’94 Eugene run. During set break everybody just kind of splashed around & smoked weed & got wet. Who cared? I guess even then we knew Jerry wouldn’t live forever. Little rain? Shit. We went on & had our fun anyway.

Far as I know football stadiums don’t melt in the rain — but we had plenty of good acid. Yeah we wanted Autzen Stadium to melt.

It didn’t. It is still there. But we tried.

Plus there was a giant duck:

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And that made the difference between us just Gettin By & doing so in fine Style.

It rained a little longer. Then the Grateful Dead came out to play.

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9 Responses to “Last Stop before the Promised Land”


  1. 1 velmalikevelvet September 22, 2006 at 1:56 pm

    dude, what did you do, fuckin’ edit me?!? checked technorati this a.m. to see who was saying shite about me (which i love, nasty OR nice), and there you were at the top o’ the list, “Velma too, I’ll bet. Velma lives in California…” but where did it go? sad, sad velma. my 4 minutes of “fame.”

    hey, anyway, want to hear something funny? the week before jerry died (r.i.p.), i said to my then-hubby “i have a confession to make: i’ve never been to a dead show; let’s go to one, okay?” (apologies, pippi). and he said, get this, “well, we’d better go quick, before one of them croaks.” ooh, prophetic words my friend. doh! did i cause jerry’s death? prolly not. i think it was getting clean that did him in, myself.

    oh, and p.s., the ducks suck, GO BEAVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  2. 2 Mike E September 22, 2006 at 3:08 pm

    YEEperz Velma.

    Gotta get up some kind-o EARLY on the West Coast to read the draft I slashed at 8AM back East!

    Thought I had the place to me-selves…

    Hee-hee.

    Well. Ya didn’t make the Cut but dig this: It’s a compliment.

    Remember why I like how you write? Uh-huh. Well I edited you out for Speed.

    ‘Cause I admire the way Velma blasts her words comfortably along at Blitzkrieg velocity.

    Yeah & you’re too right about Jerry: sobriety did him in mainly.

    Let that be a lesson to the Youth!!

  3. 3 Mike E September 22, 2006 at 3:29 pm

    ps the Beavers are a bunch of PUSSIES!!

  4. 4 velmalikevelvet September 22, 2006 at 5:19 pm

    LOL, pissant! (+ thx for comp.)

  5. 5 velmalikevelvet September 22, 2006 at 5:20 pm

    ps i’d rather be a pussy than a DUCK!!

  6. 6 Mike E September 22, 2006 at 5:34 pm

    What sport are we arguin on? Oh hell it don’t matter!

    Let’s rumble.

    I got just one question. When do they play & Velma — do you like to lose I mean Gamble?

  7. 7 pippi September 22, 2006 at 10:58 pm

    i have words, but i don’t have words.

    denny’s tour RULED, man.

  8. 8 velmalikevelvet September 23, 2006 at 12:22 pm

    gamble, shmamble. you gonna rummage thru that rented couch of yours for quarters to play, mE? nah, really, sounds like you better hold on to your greenbacks to buy more shwag.

  9. 9 Mike E September 23, 2006 at 12:24 pm

    I’ll bet you a Story.


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