#grateful dead death

[freshcolordream]

Phil Lesh, Grateful Dead Bassist Passes Away At 84

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[ruanbaijie]

我会保护你。保护你一辈子。无论是你的一辈子，还是我的一辈子。

THE SPIREALM 致命游戏 (2024) 1.39 adapted from the danmei novel Kaleidoscope of Death 死亡万花筒 by Xi Zi Xu 西子绪

[scopophilic1997]

Today we lost one of Rock music's most important musicians. Phil Lesh, bass player, for the Grateful Dead passed. He was an original member and played through its entire run (1965-1995) then with most of the post-Jerry iterations of the band.

He brought a unique and innovative style to bass guitar that complimented Jerry Garcia's leads, Bob Weir's rhythm, Pig's keys, and Billy/Mickey drums-percussion. Jam Bands would not exist without Phils influence. I was fortunate to see him play with the Grateful Dead and his later projects hundreds of times. His loss weighs heavily upon me and many other fans today.

The photos are my tshirt from October 30, 1980 at Radio City Music Hall in NYC. The Capital Theatre in Port Chester October 2021 (my last time seeing him perform live), and a Rolling Stone magazine with the Grateful Dead featured on the cover from 1976.

Such a long time to be gone and a short time to be here.

You will be forever missed. RIP Phil Lesh.

[jilted-love]

I have a fic idea for an alternate universe where Kurama never met Shiori (I AM SO SORRY) and took the form of a small fox instead and was found and taken care of as a pet by Yusuke and Atsuko when he was a boy. It was Atsuko who got ran over by a car after saving a child in this story. She goes comatose in the hospital for this. Yusuke is about to become an orphan with no one to take care of him.

In order to repay his life debt, Kurama shapeshifts to help Yusuke save his mother by telling him about a heist he planned to do with Hiei. So in this AU, the three thieves that ransack Reikai's vault are Hiei, Kurama and Yusuke.

Kurama only reveals his identity as Yusuke's pet fox while trying to die for him and his mother but Yusuke, like in canon, still does not let him.

They all get pardoned by Koenma eventually but all of them are criminals paying for their crimes with "community service".

[jjba-smash-or-pass]

[khaosritual]

[aq2003]

rewatching ben whishaw's richard ii and yea i think the biggest difference between his and the rsc version is that he plays richard's flippancy/disregard for other people's lives completely straight and in a kind of sinister way while david plays it for humor

[prodkeiji]

when will you stop villainizing us lol

[butchviking]

somebody recommend me a band PLEASE my music taste is narrowing by the day its getting dire

[fellowfights]

Being raised religious but with parents who are both environmental science majors, I have found, has greatly impacted my relationship with death and the acceptance of my body rotting. Yes, my parents told me heaven exists, but they weren't afraid to talk to me about the beauty of decaying and being reclaimed to nature.

They would go on lectures of the spiritual meaning and significance of your body being accepted back into the earth. The fact your soul leaves it's shell behind but that shell, your body, is embraced by the world. But they also approached death scientifically with factoids about how long it takes for our bodies to begin decaying, what bugs will eat at our flesh and when our bones will turn to dust.

I've had conversations about it with other people, and often, their knee-jerk reaction to hearing that I was told the reality of my body rotting very going is saying the equivalent of "No child should know about that. Wait until they're older" But idk. I think my parents did a great job about getting me to see the beauty in dying throughout my adolescence.

I'm at the point now where I no longer fear that chance that there's no heaven or God- in fact, I'm okay with that possibility. Because of my teachings, I know my body will be reclaimed by the earth that birthed, nurtured and killed me, and that in itself, is an end to my existence worth celebrating, maggots and all.

[athena-thumbellina]

Hey y’all I’m still around, just an update on things: Athena and Beebo are fine and healthy, Winkie is sadly going through the motions of his renal failure, last night we were at the emergency room all night, he’s currently hospitalized and getting his system flushed out which is won’t cure him but it’ll buy us some time for more cuddles and fetch and sniffing everything and anything before we have to say good bye. He’s still alert, he was so excited to see us when we said good night to him, so I have faith that he has a few months of good quality life in him still. Keep us in your thoughts, please use tick guard on your outside dogs, and give your pets some kisses for me

[windandwater]

I haven't been able to listen to music since--uh. March. which doesn't necessarily sound like a problem but if you've ever gone 5 months without listening to music for an extended period of time, let me tell you, the inside of your head gets weird. the songs my brain has been dredging up to play on a loop are 1) deep cuts, 2) annoying, and 3) shit I thought I erased from my being entirely. I'm talking girl scout camp songs. songs from The Bad Times of life. one single refrain from a song the rest of which I don't remember.

distracting yourself with nothing but video game streams, the Sims, and podcasts, is not what I'd call healthy.

only thing is. when I joke about having the taste of an aging male hippie. I always mean one aging male hippie in particular. even the stuff that's not classic rock is a branch of all that in that it's folk, it's indie, it's something I like because of who I am because of my dad.

and if it's not that it's something I'm not really in the mood for.

so I bit the bullet and listened all the way through "Country Roads" (we went to & fell in love with West Virginia together a lot) and like a fool thought that because I only teared up I was safe so I listened to "Shenandoah" which always makes me emotional anyway for various reasons and y'all that part of the country was my favorite growing up and guess who always took me there?

I fell in love with the woods & mountains there. we would pick blueberries in the summer and go in the spring specifically to see wildflowers. it was there that I first saw a bear and learned not to be afraid of them. I went on trips just me & my dad because I loved hiking & camping the most out of anyone in my family, just like him, so he took just me, out into the woods.

I cried the way I did when I got the news. all over again.

I'm tired as shit of being this sad.

also: told my brother (who has been sending me punk songs with sad lyrics) that I did this to myself. he'd never heard the song and is not a folk person in general? or a huge outdoors person. but he was there on most of the same trips. he listened to the first 35 seconds and had to nope out of it. I am both vindicated and more sad.

[alexledon]

Grateful Dead “FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN”

[gone2soon-rip]

PHIL LESH (1940-Died October 25th 2024,at 84).American musician and a founding member of the Grateful Dead, with whom he played bass guitar throughout their 30-year career. His wife's name is Jill Lesh. The Grateful Dead,were fronted by Jerry Garcia,a prominent figure in America's counter-culture movement of the late 60's and early 70's..After the band's disbanding in 1995, Lesh continued the tradition of Grateful Dead family music with side project Phil Lesh and Friends, which paid homage to the Dead's music by playing their repertoire, as well as songs of the members of his own group. Lesh operated a music venue called Terrapin Crossroads. From 2009 to 2014, he performed in Furthur alongside former Grateful Dead bandmate Bob Weir.Phil Lesh - Wikipedia