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THE DANCERS

She paints a picture with her smile

At first sight

Watching her dance

Like a star

He´d like to hold her like a guitar

In her dance dress her hips are strong

They see her reflection in the mirror´s song

 

Running barefoot

Her energy inspires

Talking to her calms the fire

Watching her cheeks

Her presence in italics speaks

On tiptoe like a ballerina

In the center of the arena

 

They plan to meet another way

When she arrives paths cross right away

They come from a world of stress

Every song that´s sung

Has a deeper meaning in this place of love

 

She leads a line of dancing bears

Down the aisle to the edge of the crowd

And fills the dance circle

For every girl and boy

Every song they love to hear

Fills their hearts with joy

 

She holds a rose

Floats like a balloon among the crowd

Dances with the rose

And laughs out loud

 

Her love shines and is true

On the path to the wild woods

With an Ode to the Sun

To a place of fun

And the rivers that flow

She´s creative it shows

Precise to find

She is wonderful and kind

 

She helps him notice everyone

They share a tribal culture of fun

The spirit in our hearts for all to hear

They are in a special place with love and care

 

She´s real cool

Beautiful as a dream

In the story

She´s in the scene

She captures the imagination

She is full of fascination

She could be the dream catcher

Or the matchmaker

 

Dancer with light

Muse of the night

Shining faces

Let´m shine

Dancers in this world

Sharing spaces

Closer in time

The whole world trembles in the midst of a storm

They´ll dance in the night into the morn

Listen with love to sweet music

Stars Dancers and all

SUMMER MAGIC

We come to hear the music of Papa Bear

And celebrate his birthday here

I climb the steep hill when I arrive

More rugged and difficult than gym stairs no jive

I pause at the top

Take in the surroundings

Enjoying the dank zaza in the air

Then I go down to the sound

And the dancer appears

 

Back to back with the dancer

The sun shines through her

There is light in her eyes like stars above

Face sprinkled with glittery sparkles of love

Playful interaction smiling poses

One ankle adorned with roses

She wears no underwear

No one can see

Laughing and dancing

She´s independent and free

 

Summer magic

Fun all around

Dancing bears

Hearts united by sound

The band musicians are having a blast

Everyone listening wants it to last

Laughing with the dancing bears

Barefoot in the sand

Summer magic and special fun

In motion with artistics hands

 

We´re daydreaming together

Summer sun perfect weather

Love in the spirit excitement in the air

Music massage and healing

Senses hear

 

Butterfly over a girl

Beautiful as a pearl

Summer hair on her face

Good vibes in this place

Dancing with bare toes

Feeling the wind blow

The magic of summer flows

In the stream and at the shows

 

Listening to old songs

Making new friends

Summer is here

As the magic extends

Summer fun

For everyone

space before the climax

The last time I felt disappointment at a Grateful Dead concert was in Sacramento outdoors on a Saturday night. They had closed their show with "Sugar Magnolia" and the audience is stirred up with excitement as the band returns for an encore. They started tuning their instruments, and kept tuning them up as anticipation builds and expectation grew in the audience. The wait then is the same feeling I had waiting for a rocket to launch. Over twenty minutes they continued to tune up and then Bobby announces that “our instruments are broke. We’ll see you tomorrow.” The break down was overwhelming as we camp there that night to see the next show at noon, when Bobby announces “We’re going to start with last night’s encore.” I remember the great elation I felt and the energy rise when they play “One More Saturday Night”, the same ecstatic feeling I had when I saw this rocket lift off last week.

"You got any smokes, man?" Robert Hunter asks me. He signals me he's looking for a cigarette and I give him a hand rolled one, marijuana but no tobacco. "It's the best of this year's crop" I tell him. He looks at it like an alien would, holds it, studies it, lights it. "This stuff, heh! The funny stuff." He exhales and takes another toke, and says "OK" and passes it to Jerry Garcia who mimics Hunter, and they're both hilarious. Garcia tokes, "Goofitus!" and another "Smoketitus!" laughing and passes the joint along to Donna Jean. She is in the corner surrounded by people talking to her. When Jerry Garcia passes the joint to her, she holds it a long time without taking a toke. I wait, and  capture a glance of her, and she hands me the roach, and I give her the four leaf clover in the flowerpot I’m holding, and share with her Kaela's story. "On the eve of the winter solstice,  I'm with Mikaela Barrett in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco at the Polo Field where I find a four leaf clover. Kaela, who is five, goes into the bushes and comes out with a digging tool. We cut it out of the ground and repot it at home. Kaela asks me to give the four leaf clover to you Donna". "Were you looking for it when you found it?" asks singer Maria Muldaur. "I found one when I was ten years old, and searched for years after that, but running in The Park this week I stumbled upon this one." "I been looking for one for a long time" Maria says. Awhile later, I found a patch of four leaf clovers on Mt. Burdell in Novato. I brought one to Maria Muldaur after a show at the Sweetwater in Mill Valley one night, reminding her of the one I brought to Donna Jean."

 

 

FRANKLIN´S TOWER

Uncle John, vocals

Music by Terrapin Family Band

with Phil Lesh

Terrapin Crossroads, San Rafael, CA

Video recording on Iphone made by my brother Brian,

images shaking as he dances & records

FRANKLIN’S TOWER