Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Dr Teeth Reveals His True Self

For years people have been asking me, "Dr. Teeth what do you really look like?"  They don't seem to buy into the who Muppet thing and they have at times thought I was this guy.....


But I am not the man up above, although I can contort like him.

And there was this crazy old woman from Toledo who accused me of being this guy.....

And she even accused me of being her son.  But after sexting back and forth for a year she believed that this was not me.

So I decided to go on TV and reveal who my true self was, but just as I was set to go on air this happened....


So like the rest of America, I mourned and decided that to reveal myself on top of a national tragedy would only be something this family would do....


And so I kept writing and waiting.  There would come a time when the people of this country would no longer need a Dr. Teeth to shock them and make them laugh and comfort them during times of national tragedy like this one.....



So I sit here and write and wait.  But today I think I have waited long enough.  Today is the day I will reveal myself to the world, especially to my fans in Russia. 


Here  is the photo you have all been waiting for.......




















God Damnit am I fucking sexy.................


But its not really me.  I only have one guitar.  You'll just have to wait a bit longer for me to reveal the real Doctor Teeth.






Jerry Garcia's 70th Birthday

On Wednesday August 1st, Jerry Garcia would have been 70 years old.  Amazing that the hippies are all getting so old, and everyone from the 1960's for that matter.  They are all grey and some have passed.  But even though Jerry has been gone for 17 years, his memory and his legacy live on. Myself and many people are thankful for that.

Thanks to Archive.org there are thousands of concerts to enjoy.

http://archive.org/details/GratefulDead

We have youtube to watch concerts and video, etc. of Jerry and the Grateful Dead.

Like this copy of the final So Many Roads at Solider Field. I was in the fifth row that night right in front of Jerry. Amazing memory even though the show was not very good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sFyRQPraJ8&feature=related

I look at Jerry and it is impossible for me to see a "normal" human being.  He looks so unique and so specific.  He looks like a dream and he looks like a God, yet he looks so humble and plain.  I remember watching him walk on onto stage a bit hunched over and with a mere smirk on his face or a look of complete focus as he hooked himself up to his guitar and started warming up.  He would throw a smile to the other band members and start noodling the opening notes to the SHOW OPENER.  After that it was pure Jerry in action.

He really is the true definition of Icon. 

But as time moves on my memories of those shows I attended start to fade. I start to question the details that are starting to seem fuzzy. 

I can recall the feeling I got, but I cannot really feel that feeling anymore.  So much time has passed.

It was a magical time to be so young and feel so free and be at a Grateful Dead concert with thousands of others all vibing off the same energy, but that energy is gone. Those people have all grown up and moved on.  Sure some try and recreate or relive the "vibe" with other bands and other incarnations of the Dead, but if you felt the surge of electricty that existed during that bands tenure, you'd know that everything else fails in comparison.

I truly feel sorry for those Deadheads that came along after the Grateful Dead disbanded. They never got the chance to taste the raw energy and love that came from that band and that community.

There was only one Jerry and only one Grateful Dead, the band that he led even if reluctantly.

But I was there and I lived it, regardless of how fresh or crisp the memory is. I was on the bus and I will forever be Grateful to God for putting someone as magical and enchanting as Jerry Garcia on this planet, if even only for 53 years.  And having met a few of Jerry's friends over the years, I have gotten a deeper sense of who he was and what his loss meant to those who actually knew him.  He was larger than life to them too.