Wishing a Happy 70th Birthday to *JEROME J. GARCIA*
The UPFUL Life & Times Proudly Pays Homage to the Granddaddy of Us All!
Please enjoy this treasure trove of all things Garcia, on this what would be his 70th born day!! Included are a variety of photographs, a eulogy to Jerry from an old friend, and handfuls of FULL SHOW videos unearthed by a sea of evolving Deadheads. Followed by the traditional Hunter-penned eulogy that tugs at the heart as strongly today as it ever has.
Personally, I was seventeen years young when Garcia left his earthly self, but I was lucky enough to experience the GD a handful of times (and Garcia Band *once*); I firmly state that no other artist, or living human being (outside of my parents), has more touched my life. For it is Garcia that has most 'shown me the way'. I would not be who I am today had I not been indoctrinated into the Grateful Dead 'extended Family' at the fertile, adventurous, and vulnerable stage of thirteen year old adolescence. Four years later, I took his death hard; I'd once looked down my elitist nose at those kids in High School who mourned Kurt Cobain's death so loudly, proudly, & publicly. As if he were their own. Yet here I was, pot meeting a blackened kettle during an August heat wave. Ahhh... Even in death, Garcia was teaching a lesson; scolding me from the Heavens. And he continues to teach me, teach US! - through song & emotion, through melody and mystery, and through either Bob Dylan or Hunter's robust tales of a troubadour, songs that only Garcia can deliver with that utmost supple, subtle, satiable , Spirituality. He continues to sing, and We continue to dance. But I will always come back to those moments; of just me & him, in a football stadium, or a hockey arena, for on those nights when he spoke directly to me- like only he could- the reverberations and vibrations would set my internal compass aboard a lifelong Northbound train.
Despite his incredible void, PHIL, BOBBY, MICKEY, & BILLY are all keeping the vibe alive in their own respective and most importantly, honorable fashions. With life's loving tragedies of loss & surrender, 'Tis a wonder what we STILL have after ALL THESE YEARS; as a whole. OUR GD community is surprisingly as alive & vibrant as it has *ever* been in the seventeen years since he left us. Today, Garcia would be mammoth proud of us, for beating it on even FURTHUR down the line ! Yet whilst he walks alone, on those Muddy River banks, singing those songs we all have known; I'm pacing along, on the River's other side, listening for Lessons, and love songs, still learning to fly on my own.
VIDEOS- Full Shows
Grateful Dead 8-4-76 Roosevelt Stadium Jersey City NJ
Grateful Dead 11-24-78 Capitol Theater Passaic NJ
Grateful Dead 3-28-81 Rockpalast Festival Grugahalle Essen Germany
Grateful Dead 10-12-89 Meadowlands Arena East Rutherford NJ
Grateful Dead 8-27-72 Veneta OR Old Renaissance Faire Grounds
Grateful Dead Radio City Music Hall 10/31/1980
Grateful Dead 4-12-78 Cameron Indoor Stadium Durham NC
GRATEFUL DEAD Pittsburgh Three Rivers Stadium 7/8/90
Jerry Garcia Band - Hartford CT - 9.5.89
Jerry Garcia Band - Capitol Theatre Passaic NJ – 3-1-80
Jerry Garcia Band - 11.13.91 - FULL SHOW
Garcia & Weir on David Letterman- 1987 Garcia’s last interview- Spring 1995
Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter's 1995 eulogy to Jerry Garcia
Jerry, my friend,
you've done it again,
even in your silence
the familiar pressure
comes to bear, demanding
I pull words from the air
with only this morning
and part of the afternoon
to compose an ode worthy
of one so particular
about every turn of phrase,
demanding it hit home
in a thousand ways
before making it his own,
and this I can't do alone.
Now that the singer is gone,
where shall I go for the song?
Without your melody and taste
to lend an attitude of grace
a lyric is an orphan thing,
a hive with neither honey's taste
nor power to truly sting.
What choice have I but to dare and
call your muse who thought to rest
out of the thin blue air
that out of the field of shared time,
a line or two might chance to shine --
As ever when we called,
in hope if not in words,
the muse descends.
How should she desert us now?
Scars of battle on her brow,
bedraggled feathers on her wings,
and yet she sings, she sings!
May she bear thee to thy rest,
the ancient bower of flowers
beyond the solitude of days,
the tyranny of hours--
the wreath of shining laurel lie
upon your shaggy head
bestowing power to play the lyre
to legions of the dead
If some part of that music
is heard in deepest dream,
or on some breeze of Summer
a snatch of golden theme,
we'll know you live inside us
with love that never parts
our good old Jack O'Diamonds
become the King of Hearts.
I feel your silent laughter
at sentiments so bold
that dare to step across the line
to tell what must be told,
so I'll just say I love you,
which I never said before
and let it go at that old friend
the rest you may ignore.
as read at Garcia's funeral- 1995