coyotte wrote:
I get my coffee in the morning at the coffe cart on Madison & 71st street..almost everyday....
55th and 5th Momofuko. David Cheng is a ponce---- but the milk is from Milk Thistle and that is the goods. Oh and the Ruben Croissant is outrageous--- Rye Croissant--- House Made Pastrami---- House Made Sauerkraut---- and Russian Dressing.
I digress.
Loving the stories must be a million more.
Here's another of mine (Pre Furthurband)
5 Nights Red Rocks the Dead 2003. First 3 nights amazing--- with a crew at least 20 Deep. We were dancing on stage left stairs. Which at Red Rocks there is a huge cliff called the "Creation Rock." We all had these Jerry Hand Print Truckers Hats--- Red White and Blue various color configurations. No Tickets (I was like 22)--- we all get in all nights. Various Miracles--- Deals left and right--- just a great all of us or none of us vibe.
We were calling ourselves the Creation Rock All-Stars!
Night off. Good Friend Rolls his truck in Loveland. He's Gone. Miss you Just.
4th Night no one wants to go--- I go. Alone.
End up on top of this small building(again I was 22) Dancing from The Wheel > 3. Dark Star > 4. Throwing Stones > 5. Franklin's Tower--- finally get asked to get "the fuck" down. Durring the whole time up there I could feel(see) my friend dancing on the heads of everyone below us in the crowd.
I thought to myself "man now that's the Grateful Dead."
The last night everyone came back and it was extremely healing---- but I will never forget how sad I was, alone I was, and how thankful I was.
that was Furthur (even though the band had a different name)