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Terrapin Station? Sweet!

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These are more plans from Terrapin Station, the planned building-with-many-things-in-it that the Grateful Dead never got around to building in 1998. (They got to the fund-raising part, though.) “Plans” might be overstating it: pretty sure you need to use a straight-edge to draw straight lines if something’s going to live up to the status of “plan.” These might be sketches.

Note the permanently-installed drum circle.

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The library was to contain the Dead’s complete collection of tattered sci-fi paperbacks; membership in the Founders’ Club enabled you to hunt poor people; the private terrace was for Billy to “make God watch me plow skank.” (I was disturbed by that last phrase, too, but as you can see: it’s in quotations. Just telling you the facts.)

Sharp-eyed Enthusiasts will note that there the plans for the third floor are not here; they are missing.

Rather, they were believed missing, but a Bothan spy broke into The Vault and stole a copy, bringing it back to Fillmore South, where I immediately killed him: bad luck for the Bothan not to die to bring you your information; it’s like having a good dress rehearsal. I can’t show you the drawings, but I can tell you about some of the features.

Why can’t you show the nice people the plans?

Reasons.

Tried drawing it and got fed up 30 seconds in?

Okay, reason.

Sure.

Shh, you. The third floor of Terrapin Station was going to be a magical place:

  • Several more gift shops.
  • Water slide in the shape of Robert Hunter’s face.
  • Very large collection of leaves that no one will explain.
  • The Feelseum. (In the spirit of interactive children’s science museums, The Feelseum encouraged Deadheads to reach out and touch the things that made the Dead so special: Phil’s giant 1974 beard, Brent’s unwashed mascot costumes, Mickey’s balls.
  • While Billy was planning on plowing his skank on the fourth floor, he insisted on a backup skank chamber on the third: it looked like what Darth Vader sat in in Empire, except it was made of easy-to-hose-down materials and also completely see-through.
  • Secret apartment for Walt Disney.
  • Mechanical bull.
  • Actual cheetah. (Just doing his own thing. Stanley the cheetah, he’s got a dog buddy named Hopper; they don’t bother no one, man. Stanley and Hopper are good people. Don’t run around him, though. Stanley can’t himself; he’ll chase ya. You ain’t outrunning Stanley. Then Hopper come trotting up, he gonna help eat your dumb ass. Just be chill when you meet Stanley and Hopper, man. Be chill.)
  • Forward-thinking for ’98, Terrapin Station was to feature on the third floor a “web cafe” with several personal PC computers loaded with AOL so guests could use the complimentary dial-up to “log on” to the World Wide Web.
  • Big-Dicked Sheila’s Hair Salon for Rock Stars and their Fans. (Sheila saw an opportunity, and took it. She’s a small business owner, dammit.)
  • Yoga studio.
  • Caricaturist that draws you with a giant head and a tiny little body in a dune buggy.
  • Giant fan that blows upwards that people hover over in skydiving suits. (Both Billy and Mickey swore not to throw anyone into the fan (but they were lying (and everyone should have known that)).)
  • Shrine to Garcia that everyone was going to say wasn’t a shrine but was totally a shrine.
  • Information table for Y2K preparedness.
  • Hot tub.
  • Hot Doug. (Hot guy named Doug, up for whatever. He’ll hang, he’ll bang, whatever: he’s Hot Doug.)
  • Before Dick Latvala’s death, there had been plans to build small platform for him to harangue passersby from.
  • Babaganoush joint.
  • Murphy beds with broken latches, but hidden within the walls, so every once in while a bed comes flying out of a wall at someone and breaks their collarbone.
  • One of the goals of Terrapin Station was to recreate a Dead show, so the third floor was going to feature a room full of Spinners that everyone could avoid.
  • Balrog. (Small one, but still: a Balrog.)
  • Keith’s grand piano.
  • Billy’s drum set.
  • TC. (They were going to let him live there.)
  • Bullfighting ring. (Cancelled.)

Meanwhile, At Front Street

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Well, now I’m obsessed. Dammit. They were all in on Terrapin Station, the preemptively defuncted museum/bar/wedding space/zoomba studio, and even had Stanley Mouse and Alton Kellydraw up a limited-edition poster. The venue looks familiar, though.

hall-of-justice

Ah, right. It’s the Hall of Justice. (It’s actually more based on Cincinnati’s Union Station, but thinking that Mouse and Kelly ripped off a terrible cartoon instead of a masterpiece building is funnier.)

Some Rise, Some Fall, Some Fade Away

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The mystery deepens, Enthusiasts: we have this article from the 1/6/98 edition of the New York Times which suggests that Terrapin Station, a never-built multimedia venue dedicated to the Grateful Dead, was more than just fantasy. (I mean, it never actually existed, so it technically does still count as a fantasy, but there were plans made and budgets drawn and locations scouted.)

In fact, there was this graf:

Deadheads seem to be behind the project and have already contributed $1.5 million. Unlike most rock corporate ventures, the Grateful Dead has a very elaborate business partnership in which the musicians are heavily involved. Each original member owns an equal share in Grateful Dead Productions and has an equal vote in approving merchandise and business decisions.

Please don’t let this be a grift, please don’t let this be a grift.

Nearly a year after the announcement of plans to build a $40 million multimedia-shrine to the defunct, San Francisco-based psychedelic-rock group, a location is still not secured and a tentative ground-breaking date is not yet penciled in.

As it now stands, the project — which was originally expected to be completed by the end of December 1999 — might not even get underway before the new millennium, according to Gary Lambert, editor of the Grateful Dead Almanac, the band’s official newsletter. – MTV News, 10/6/98

Dammit.

Now I’m officially curious, and I need someone who knows what they’re talking about to fill in the end of this story. Someone bother Gary about this; he’s probably at a show.

Proof

bobby beardo terrapin diptych

Along with the second Citroen pic, commentator and almost certainly not the author of The Basketball Diaries, Jim Carroll sends along this neat diptych–

That is not a diptych: it is two photographs.

–of what seems to be Bobby approving the Terrapin Station album cover art. And remember, kids: when handling original art, always be sure to have an open bottle of wine on the table.

Rising First And Shining Best

How bad can a day turn out when you wake up with Terrapin Station bouncing around your skull? Here’s a stellar version of Garcia and Hunter’s prayer to the Morning Star from the Winterland ’77 box set to start your Spring off right:

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Kick today’s ass like it owed you money and cat-called your mom, fellow Enthusiasts.

 

Swing, Auditorium!

I want to write a book called Tuesdays with Mickey, in which Mickey shares life lessons about the power of drumming and then tries to choke me.

Show of the Day: 2/26/77  The Help>Slip>Franklin’s is terrifyingly good, especially the Slipknot! and, it’s the first time they’ve ever played Terrapin and they choose to open with it.  You might wonder if Garcia nailed all the lyrics to Terrapin. He did, Bobby: first time. How about that?

Record Shmecord

Terrapin Station is majestic. Its lineage, probably, is the Weather Report Suite, but it also resembles in its twists and turns the early songs, with their crudely welded-together bits (Looking at you, New Potato Caboose.) Not Terrapin: each section flows logically from the previous theme, like a an elegantly proven math equation. It slaloms like whatever louche aristo is the skiing champion this year. It requires finesse and exquisite timing to pull it off; some nights they had neither. But when they did it was the emotional highlight of any show. It is a grand entry into the canon.

Terrapin Station, a bit less. This was the album wherein, no longer able to generate drug addicts in-house, were forced to draft a drug addict from another band. They also tried to trade Keith for a speed freak and an alcoholic to be named later, but the deal fell through.

Terrapin Station was produced by Lowell George from Little Feat Keith Olsen, as much as anyone can produce the Grateful Dead. He tried to erase a percussion track of Mickey’s, and if you’ve been a loyal reader of this blog, you’ll know what happened next: everybody’s favorite fun game, Mickey Physically Assaults Business Associates. None of their records were any good. Common knowledge.

So: we can either spend 400 more words mocking In the Dark, or we can check out Phil (with GREAT HAIR!) leading the way through a 1972 China>Rider in some city that had been occupied by Nazis within the decade.

Good choice:

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Addendum: In the comments below, a Fellow Enthusiast points out that I originally conflated Lowell George, who was actually the producer for Shakedown Street with Keith Olsen, the true producer of Terrapin Station. This commenter is correct and wins a year’s supply of  “Brent Mydland’s Silky!” The hair products for men with silky hair. Keep it Silky, boys!