Artist formerly known as mrclark14

sweet potato pie or pumpkin pie?

I don't even know how that's possible. it makes itself. it needs minimal help. i'm sorry.

It's a Kentucky Rye aged in old blonde ale barrels from Chicken Cock in Bardstown KY. Never heard of them, so I'm interested to see what it's like.

I'm saving a bottle opening for tomorrow after the football game for the exact same event

are you soon to be hearing Ronnie The Hawk Hawkins coming out to sing Who Do You Love?

he larger world. The first of those special parties was at Ken Babbs’s place in Soquel, near Santa Cruz, on the coast south of Palo Alto, on November 27, 1965. Such public notice as there was of the event came through a posting at Lee Quarn- strom and Peter Dema’s Hip Pocket Bookstore in Soquel. The Pranksters were joined by Allen Ginsberg and his lover, Peter Orlovsky, and Garcia, Lesh, Weir, Sue Swanson, and Connie Bonner among others, and the night basically involved hang- ing out and tripping together. Lesh would always recall the capsules they took that night, completely transparent except for the tiniest of scratches on the inner surface that marked the LSD that was their trans- port to another world. He spent much of the evening staring at the stars with Swanson, but at length decided that he’d like to play the electric guitar that Kesey was banging on.

Kesey didn’t want to give it up, but Phil was not dissuaded, and learned one of his early lessons in the subtleties of trip- ping. He proceeded to gluehiseyesonKesey, and in a while Ken got up and shoved the guitar at him. “Here.” Weir, on the other hand, had another sort of adventure. Although he had read “Howl,” he did not recognize Allen Ginsberg, and saw only that he “was pretty damned amazing, the stuff he would say and do. So I figure, okay, I'm gonna sit next to this guy. Which was okay with him”—if not with Peter Orlovsky, who would be cautiously jealous of the utterly hetero Weir in the future. A day or two later there was a Prankster meeting at La Honda attended by Phil Lesh and Bob Weir, representing the Dead. They sat around Kesey’s kitchen table and planned a somewhat larger party for the following Saturday in San Jose, one that would include the music of the Grateful Dead. They

60 years ago tonight, the merry pranksters' 1st informal acid test, held at ken babbs's place outside santa cruz, where the grateful dead did not play (& all purported flyers are almost certainly fake). below text from dennis mcnally's bio.

one o' them has to be the worst. got it outta the way.

well, lucky for you, you can add jazz mandolin project soon to this list. did you see that?

I can barely hold off on The Last Waltz, but I really want to watch it tomorrow after the football game

Besides Grateful Dead and Phish, introduce yourself with five concerts you've seen more then 5x

Galactic
Trampled by Turtles
Primus
Splintered Sunlight
Medeski, Martin and Wood

luckily, there's plenty of weed and music. you ok?

and pork, i was totally messing around

looks like the sous vide and the weber did their jobs well. wait to go, chef

Don't y'all like protein?

Eat the rich

spatchcockin'

how much power do you think tom brady pulls when he has to plug in and recharge at night?

looks supreme

pre-thanksgiving food prep aja listening

isn't there a thing about drinking warm milk before bed? could it be related?

"i can vouch for that"

looks like you did an amazing job

i'm opening a blonde rye tomorrow

did you go with the anchovies in your garlic slits?

idk 'bout y'all, but i miss the ol' days when men were men and the secretary of war would lead the troops into battle on a white horse with flags adorning his flanks and a trumpet announcing his glorious arrival into the front. call me ol' fashioned.

I gotta feeling i know what you did

I was a teenage Deadhead that hadn't heard of Phish until I started working at a grocery store. I remember the guy who first gave me Phish tapes in 1996, and as a result, is probably responsible for a great deal of my life.