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Five decades ago, when the Grateful Dead first planted the seeds of psychedelic free love anarchy in our culture, did anyone envision the dangerous vines that would grow from that dank soil?
Today, these growths are strangling the true freedom upon which this nation was founded. Marijuana legalization, cyberpunk and radical activist groups like the Electronic Frontier Foundation are just a few of the weeds creeping out. Their intent is not to strengthen our country, or even to promote its traditional values. Instead, they lust with carnal urgency to undermine the very ideal of liberty itself.
Curiously enough, it could be argued that this is the same endgame devised by entities that are seldom mentioned in the public sphere. Whether the Deads impact is the unfortunate consequence of a misguided CIA operation, a strategic move by the Illuminati or the fulfillment of End Times prophecy is certainly open to debate.
Marx, Osama and Garcia
More than any other musical act of the last century, the Grateful Deads modus operandi mirrors Osama Bin Ladens philosophy of Al Qaeda. For both, their terrorism was not simply about spectacular acts (and indeed, the Dead provided many of these). It was about spreading an epidemic of psychological chaos. And that chaos has long outlived its early patient zeroes.
moar......... http://harddawn.com/is-the-grateful-deads-anarchist-legacy-threatening-the-future-of-americas-internet/
randr
(12,642 posts)I could go for some of that "free love anarchy" however
struggle4progress
(126,079 posts)Warren DeMontague
(80,708 posts)This song is the shiznit.
If you got nothing new to say
If you please, don't back up the track
This train's got to run today
I spent a little time in the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I heard some say "better run away"
Others say "better stand still"
Now I don't know but I've been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead
Who can deny? Who can deny?
It's not just a change in style
One step done and another begun
In I wonder how many miles?
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand
But I think in time we will
Now I don't know but I was told
In the heat of the sun a man died of cold
Do we keep on coming or stand and wait
With the sun so dark and the hour so late?
You can't overlook the lack Jack
Of any other highway to ride
It's got no signs or dividing lines
And very few rules to guide
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will
Now, I don't know but I've been told
If the horse don't pull, you got to carry the load
I don't know whose back's that strong
Maybe find out before too long
One way or another (note a)
One way or another
One way or another
This darkness got to give
[etc]
struggle4progress
(126,079 posts)Warren DeMontague
(80,708 posts)I like those Railroad Earth gents, but I'm not really sure that I qualify as "youth"
Bennyboy
(10,440 posts)Railroad Earth, I love em. String Cheese. Leftover Salmon, MOE,so many great bands out there. So many. Panic, MMJ, Wilco and all the Americana artists all killing it.
Lukas Nelson, now that's the future of rock and roll right there.
Warren DeMontague
(80,708 posts)I know those Moe guys personally, have to say have never super gotten into their stuff.
I also like Jay Farrar. I think Sebastapol was one of the best albums of the past 15 years, bar none.
struggle4progress
(126,079 posts)Comrade Grumpy
(13,184 posts)"Same Train, A Different Time"
he does some talking in between songs, too. Great stuff, that album.
Warren DeMontague
(80,708 posts)
Bennyboy
(10,440 posts)Don't let that ten gallon hat fool ya, he is in on the whole thing too....
socialist_n_TN
(11,481 posts)Aw hell, why am I asking? I KNOW it was.
I wore out the grooves on that record and "Uncle John's Band" was probably my favorite song on my favorite Dead album.
marble falls
(71,838 posts)LuvNewcastle
(17,806 posts)That can't be just a coincidence.
marble falls
(71,838 posts)teach1st
(6,022 posts)The Dead's brand of psychedelic Socialism has crept into America's mainstream like a shot of heroin into the bloodstream of a bearded beatnik. Uncle John is a not so subtle reference to Karl Marx and St. Stephen is in reality the Socialist, Muslim scum himself, Barack Hussein Obama.
Steal Your Face? More like steal your daughters and make you all faceless victims of the New World Order.
That article (and the whole web site) has got to be satire. Please tell me it is.
Warren DeMontague
(80,708 posts)NoGOPZone
(2,971 posts)bluedigger
(17,432 posts)The Second Stone
(2,900 posts)the Grateful Dead hardly glorified drug use. Listen to Wharf Rat if you doubt me.
NuclearDem
(16,184 posts)First they expose Operation Farting on Archangels, now this?
Comrade Grumpy
(13,184 posts)LiberalEsto
(22,845 posts)Bennyboy
(10,440 posts)be sure to read all three parts. This is part one:
http://harddawn.com/how-the-grateful-dead-inspired-me-to-devote-my-life-to-patriotism/
It was 1978 and I was about to experience the most horrifying moment of my young life.
Mother and I had traveled to Nashville so that we could visit with her sister and get a little shopping in before Christmas. The trip was a special treat for me because I would be attending my first big city church service. The glamour of it all was terrifically exciting.
As we made our way through town that fateful evening, the streets confused us. The darkness was enveloping. In no time, we were lost. And then, around a corner, there was a strange hum. It beckoned, that dull roar of feet and tambourine clatter.
I often tell myself that that was the night I became a man. Before, I had merely been a boy, a good-natured teenager with a fondness for faith and football. But what I witnessed next forever changed me.
I know now that what we encountered around that corner was the prelude to a concert by the hippie rock band, the Grateful Dead. At the time, I truly believed I was staring into the angry, sweaty bowels of hell. And that Satanic realm glared right back.
The Intestines of Depravity