stella blue words by robert hunter music by jerry garcia
All the years combine they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there`s just a song comes crying like the wind through all broken dreams and vanished years Stella Blue When all the cards are down there`s nothing left to see There`s just the pavement left and broken dreams In the end there`s still that song comes crying like the wind down every lonly street that`s ever been Stella Blue I`ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel Can`t win for tryin' Dust off those rusty strings just one more time Gonna make ' em shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free There`s nothing you can hold for very long And when you hear that song come crying like the wind it seems like all this life was just a dream Stella Blue first performance:June 17,1972, at the hollywood bowl in los angeles. (this was pigpen`s last show with the band he was found dead of complications arising from liver failure om march 8, 1973.)it remained a staple of the live repertoire thereafter.
"The crowd was not interested in gurus or politicians, and neither Leary nor Rubin got much attention. As he went on to speak, Rubin told Rifkin, "now, pay attention. What I'm going to say is very important." Garcia found his message at best laughable and at worst fascistic. "Like, all that campus confusion seemed laughable too. Why enter this closed society and make an effort to liberalize it when that's never been its function? Why not just leave it and go somewhere else?" When Rubin began a standard antiwar harangue, "The words didn't matter. It was that angry tone. It scared me, it made me sick to my stomach."
"In Portland, Weir reviewed what he had written about meeting Neal:
Escaping through the lily fields
I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded
Left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on
that's when it all began
There was cowboy Neal at the wheel
of the bus to never-ever land
Comin', comin', comin' around
Comin' around in a circle
That works, he thought to himself as he finally went off to sleep. A couple of thousand miles south, Neal Cassady lay dying of exposure on railroad tracks near San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Found and brought to the hospital, he died later that day, February 4, 1968."