![]() ![]() ![]() The hero inquires as to why the throng would desecrate a man’s honor in such a way, and was told the dead man had not paid his debts to the townspeople. And beside the words began a short parable, a folk story of a hero who came upon a throng of people who were mistreating a corpse…kicking and spitting at the dead body, speaking ill of the man it used to be and refusing to bury him. He comes across an entry where the two words jumped off the page at him…numbingly black, bordered by gold…just staring him in the face. Jerry sifting through a large tome (Funk & Wagnall’s Standard Dictionary of Mythology, Folklore and Legend) at Phil’s house one night, hanging out with the band in their formative years…presumably playing as the Warlocks. I read a while back about the origins of the band name. ( Find a link to my last GD related post here… this post received the honor of Freshly Pressed by Word Press) I have been combing through the attics of my own life since first discovering the band in 1985, reading reviews and articles, re-listening to the shows, juxtaposing those performances with some of my favorites from throughout the ages (thank you and Sirius 23), and really trying to wrap my arms around not only last weekend, but my all-encompassing thirty year love affair with the band. I finally caught my breath, had time to reflect and find my voice (my external voice, which was spent from exuberance, singing and cheering and my internal voice, which has been sorting through and processing the full spectrum of emotions and experiences GD50 provided). It has been a full three weeks since I embarked on the emotional rollercoaster weekend of music, friends, community and fun that was Fare Thee Well: Three Shows in Chicago. ![]()
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