Hey Phil, sending my best to you Phil. We met when I was a kid many years ago at the Beacon in 2006. I have done it right, like you said. I practice as much as I can. You sent me a letter, telling me that you hoped I was rocking it out every day. And that that was the way to do it right. I took that heart. You said in the letter that maybe we would meet again or even play together someday (you hoped). I am 28 now and still playing guitar. Thanks to you and Larry Campbell, I have been on the right path musically ever since. I have grown as a musician and you inspired me to do it right. Your friend, Zac Transport
Dark Star continuing as nature would intend! I really miss Phil and everyone at TXR, since leaving San Rafael. Keep it flowing, keep it weird - and thanks!
As a community we can allow the music to sculpt back and forth between the listener and the player by sharing poetry, writing or lyrics that it brings out of us. Then the band will receive what we write and continue shaping the melody.
_(The community can receive the song back and forth with the band through the music; pulling out lyrics, poetry and writing to share in the comments like a seed being pulled into bloom. _*_I wrote a poem below that I hope others will continue off of._*_ We are alive in an ever changing landscape, where the seeds in each of us are pushing outwards notes in its growth and the landscape lifts and releases what we give in different ways.)_ The tortoise speaks: “Welcome, young in heart. Has the world found a place for you to start?” The listener’s shoulders were knotted throughout the forest walk, a journey well needed for his head but with many woes. The tortoise speaks: “It seems you’ve been tangled in the pass of a breath to someone near, but we’re all together here. Each moment we grow to touch like the trees in the brush or the women in the stars.” “Here you can free up some of your belongings, no longer in service. Rest easy.” The cabin door opened. It was cozy even in sight. And as the listener took his steps inside, the trees moved to uplift his backpack. “Anything unneeded, the world will receive.” And a note touched the trees with a song in the forming. The tortoise played within its immersion and the listener drifted into sleep. When he awoke, the tortoise was still playing. (I just listened to Live/Dead’s Dark Star) “Here take your first steps and place down what you need. Whether it’s a word or a story the world will hear.” “Home” he heard. “Only with all.” as his back fell out the door and into his first steps. And the listener followed the music for someone he knew but never met. Earlier, the listener had walked through the darkness in his follow of the cabin light, guided by whoever placed it there. His struggles had taken its toll, but he still found his way. And now the tortoise was giving him a candle to place and lead others along the mountain hike back home to the cabin or wherever they need to belong. In his footsteps he heard: *_(This is a poem I’m hoping others will continue)_* _“Dark star passes_ _What message lands in the handshake_ _Of all asking_ _A weary push lost now guiding_ _In the candle’s face, belonging_ _Only tears could share one’s last dawning_ _Only in your sight_ _Can one’s present find the next song in_ _Our world’s (breathe)_ _To take step and now leave it behind (the candle)_ _To the transitive nightfall of diamonds”_ All of us have sunk into the darkness, but found our way into the candlelight. We are all leading another out of their shells, hesitant or afraid, and into their steps. And every moment that passes the world is like a landscape that grows with each of our choices, together and unfolding. The music is our footsteps, our struggles and our dreams in unison. Our landscape grows to give and uplift anything others need to place. And The Song is everything between that pass. Whether it’s the pass of the tune through the Dead and with the listeners, we are all the audience and the music player of the world. I hope these notes are placed like stones in your day to leave a trail back to the candleight. Anyone can continue off this poem, and maybe even the band members playing in the Darkstarathon could read what notes (in words or melody) the listeners “place down”. And I know the ripple of the music will lead us home. *(TL:DR: the music will unroll poetry or lyrics from us in this ever changing landscape of music. And I am hoping for others to share their words in the comments of the videos, either ongoing from this comment or in your own threads. Then maybe the band members will be receive and be sculpted by it we will all grow closer in inclusion)*
"I promise to make it weird." Bless you, my friend. 🙏
Hell yeah! Stoked for this!
Hey Phil, sending my best to you Phil. We met when I was a kid many years ago at the Beacon in 2006. I have done it right, like you said. I practice as much as I can. You sent me a letter, telling me that you hoped I was rocking it out every day. And that that was the way to do it right. I took that heart. You said in the letter that maybe we would meet again or even play together someday (you hoped). I am 28 now and still playing guitar. Thanks to you and Larry Campbell, I have been on the right path musically ever since. I have grown as a musician and you inspired me to do it right. Your friend, Zac Transport
We are going to need a bigger bus🚍🚶♀🚶♂🏃♀🏃🏃♂
Dark Star continuing as nature would intend!
I really miss Phil and everyone at TXR, since leaving San Rafael. Keep it flowing, keep it weird - and thanks!
As a community we can allow the music to sculpt back and forth between the listener and the player by sharing poetry, writing or lyrics that it brings out of us. Then the band will receive what we write and continue shaping the melody.
Regenerative Phil bombs forever!!!! Super weird we all love this!!!! Thanks so much for this fractal of music!!!!!!
🌹⚡️💀⚡️🌹
_(The community can receive the song back and forth with the band through the music; pulling out lyrics, poetry and writing to share in the comments like a seed being pulled into bloom. _*_I wrote a poem below that I hope others will continue off of._*_ We are alive in an ever changing landscape, where the seeds in each of us are pushing outwards notes in its growth and the landscape lifts and releases what we give in different ways.)_
The tortoise speaks: “Welcome, young in heart. Has the world found a place for you to start?”
The listener’s shoulders were knotted throughout the forest walk, a journey well needed for his head but with many woes.
The tortoise speaks: “It seems you’ve been tangled in the pass of a breath to someone near, but we’re all together here. Each moment we grow to touch like the trees in the brush or the women in the stars.”
“Here you can free up some of your belongings, no longer in service. Rest easy.” The cabin door opened. It was cozy even in sight. And as the listener took his steps inside, the trees moved to uplift his backpack.
“Anything unneeded, the world will receive.” And a note touched the trees with a song in the forming. The tortoise played within its immersion and the listener drifted into sleep.
When he awoke, the tortoise was still playing. (I just listened to Live/Dead’s Dark Star)
“Here take your first steps and place down what you need. Whether it’s a word or a story the world will hear.”
“Home” he heard. “Only with all.” as his back fell out the door and into his first steps. And the listener followed the music for someone he knew but never met.
Earlier, the listener had walked through the darkness in his follow of the cabin light, guided by whoever placed it there. His struggles had taken its toll, but he still found his way. And now the tortoise was giving him a candle to place and lead others along the mountain hike back home to the cabin or wherever they need to belong. In his footsteps he heard:
*_(This is a poem I’m hoping others will continue)_*
_“Dark star passes_
_What message lands in the handshake_
_Of all asking_
_A weary push lost now guiding_
_In the candle’s face, belonging_
_Only tears could share one’s last dawning_
_Only in your sight_
_Can one’s present find the next song in_
_Our world’s (breathe)_
_To take step and now leave it behind (the candle)_
_To the transitive nightfall of diamonds”_
All of us have sunk into the darkness, but found our way into the candlelight. We are all leading another out of their shells, hesitant or afraid, and into their steps. And every moment that passes the world is like a landscape that grows with each of our choices, together and unfolding.
The music is our footsteps, our struggles and our dreams in unison. Our landscape grows to give and uplift anything others need to place. And The Song is everything between that pass. Whether it’s the pass of the tune through the Dead and with the listeners, we are all the audience and the music player of the world.
I hope these notes are placed like stones in your day to leave a trail back to the candleight. Anyone can continue off this poem, and maybe even the band members playing in the Darkstarathon could read what notes (in words or melody) the listeners “place down”. And I know the ripple of the music will lead us home.
*(TL:DR: the music will unroll poetry or lyrics from us in this ever changing landscape of music. And I am hoping for others to share their words in the comments of the videos, either ongoing from this comment or in your own threads. Then maybe the band members will be receive and be sculpted by it we will all grow closer in inclusion)*
Cool, I'm still practicing! 😊
Simply amazing glad I'm just finding out and have two to enjoy!!!
The music never stops. I am looking foward to it and will be taking my wife and 6 year old with me. Thanks Phil
Sounds amazing Phil!!
I will hold you to that promise, Phil! ;)
What an amazing idea on SO many levels.
Build it and we will Phil it up!
Ha! Brilliant idea .....
Can't wait Phil!
Phil. I am so very very very much way into this. It’s like a dream manifested
SIGN ME THE F UP!
Hey Phil⚡️ This darkness has got to give. What better way than the music never stopped, of the Dark Star weirdness only you can bring. Andiamo🎉🐢💀🌹💙
How cool this will be!! Fluid music all day long 🎉❤
Forever and always share your wierdest... no make that weirdest, ah ok. so you just keep on keeping on man~! lol
I had the idea for this when you opened TxR a decade ago 😂😅🤣
omg me too!