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This Is Going To Be One of “Those” Posts

Steal Your FaceYou know those posts.  Of course you do – they’re the ones you know you probably shouldn’t write, fully aware that it’s probably going to offend or piss someone off, but you do it anyway.  Because you can’t help it.

I got a comment on my waffle recipe last night from A Free Man, an American gentleman living in Australia.  I followed the link over to his blog and read a really wonderful post about the day every week he spends solely in the company of his 20-month-old son (and from the “creepy pregnancy widget” in his sidebar, I gather that he and his wife are expecting a new addition to their family in about 3 months).

At the end of the post, though, he makes note that during college, he joined a fraternity full of Dead Heads and then observed that The Grateful Dead’s American Beauty album is the only one worth owning if you’re not a “stinky hippie.”

I read that and laughed until I choked.  I am SO telling Beloved he’s a stinky hippie tonight when he gets home.

No, telling him he’s a stinky hippie won’t piss him off.  If anything, he will happily agree with that assessment of his character.  You see, despite his clean-cut appearance, I married a Dead Head, and as such he is not overly fond of The Grateful Dead’s studio albums; he prefers their live stuff.  Considering as often as they toured and performed (and yes, he was one of those “Let’s take a week off and follow The Dead around and see every show!” types), there’s a LOT of live recordings.

And we own them all.   Each.  And.  Every.  One.

And they are on his iPod.

On “shuffle.”

Now, Beloved has an 80GB iPod and there is a great deal of other music on it, but more than half of it is The Grateful Dead, or a variation thereof.  While he may prefer their live recordings (as of this writing, I believe there are 36 “Dick’s Picks” – recordings of live performances – most of which are double discs; some are 3 or 4 discs), he has all of their studio recordings.  And all of Jerry Garcia’s solo stuff.  And all of Jerry Garcia’s collaborative stuff.  In fact, I think he has every recorded burp, gurgle, sniffle, moan and fart of Jerry Garcia’s.

My only problem issue with this is that on many of these recordings, since they are live, they’re performing the same songs.  And because his iPod is on “shuffle” we often listen to the same songs.  Over and over.

And over.

And over.

Have I mentioned I’m kind of lukewarm about The Grateful Dead?  Listening to 37 versions of Dire Wolf over a 5 hour period will do that to you…

Disclaimer: While most of the music on my iPod is collections of the “Greatest Hits” variety or single songs purchased off of iTunes (I don’t waste my time or money on music I don’t care to listen to), I do own every single album that Elton John recorded between 1970 and 1977.  So when you listen to my stuff on shuffle, there’s a lot of Elton John in it.  (But at least it’s all different songs.)

Another Disclaimer: You know I like to kid you about your Dead tunes, dear.  I still love you anyway.

Have a lovely weekend, y’all.





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