Morning Enthusiasts, one last indulgence if you don’t mind. Rick will be laid to rest on Friday. There won’t be any service, I’m sure you all know he would have hated that. Unsurprisingly, Rick didn’t have that many friends IRL. Most of his friends were those he met on this site. Rick was the voice of our family and without him there just isn’t that many people to speak on his behalf. I’ll do my best but its just not the same.
I thought it would be nice if his extended family knew about this community so I wanted to ask if anyone wanted to say a few words and send me an mp3 I can figure out a way to have it played that morning. All the emails and comments that we’ve received have really touched my mom and me (in a non-sexual way ya perverts. Rick was right about all of you). For all those that have reached out to me the last few days, I promise I will respond. I just haven’t had the energy to do much at all. I hope you understand. If you have my email, reach out there. Otherwise, I have access to firstname.lastname@example.org. Still happy to receive nudes of Billy.
Here are a few pictures of Rick that I wanted to share. He worked hard on his anonymity but now that’s he gone I want everyone to know about him and how special he was to me. Thanks to Chris for the first one. So glad to see him so happy.
Morning, Enthusiasts, BoTD here with a sad guest post. Our esteemed captain, ToTD, Rick Harris, passed away this morning at the the terribly young age of 46. Cancer is a savage beast and it took him quickly and, at the end, brutally. He left here surrounded by his family and embraced by the love we have for him. I wish he had left behind a draft post so that you could all hear his voice one last time and have more to remember him by. I’m not as good a writer as my brother, nor am I as good a poet, thinker, musician, or, well, anything. He was better than me in all the ways a big brother should be.
Rick had plenty of troubles in his life and found it difficult to find his path. When he started this site and joined the community of deadheads he finally found a place that welcomed him and took him in just because of the person he was with no judgements or questions asked. I want to thank all of you on behalf of my family for the support and love you’ve showed him over the past 10 months and in the many years before that. My future will be dark but it will someday lighten again. There will always be a piece of my heart missing, the part that I will bury with my brother in the hard dirt of New Jersey, home, where he belongs. I know tonight he’ll be with Jerry and giving him shit for being the choogliest motherfucker.
Fare you well, I love you more than words can tell…
Also: This is the single gayest thing ever filmed, and I am including actual homosexual pornographies..
Generally, one does not place the butt of a rifle against one’s party-area. This is because of physics. Equal and opposite reaction and all that. But that’s not what puts this over the top. (And Chuck Connors is most certainly a Top.) It’s the look he gives the audience: He’s sharing a secret with them. It’s barely subtextual, but it MUST have been unintentional because Sam Peckinpah directed this, and Sam Peckinpah was so straight that he got married, like, seven times–thrice to the same woman–and got howling drunk and shot at mirrors a lot. That is some hetero bullshit right there.
Anyway: hospital plus random camp. Make of it what you will.
(Although I didn’t need to “get into” Freedom. I played the shit out of this record in high school. Hell, my band–A Bunch Of Guys From France–even covered Rockin’ In The Free World, but that may have been due to how few chords were in the song.)