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    R.I.P. Robert Hunter

    Too soon ...
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    Bummer. RIP
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    put a lot of + into the world

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    A writer as magical as he was deserves two threads.

    RIP Mr. Hunter. You played a hudge role in my life, it wouldn't have been the same without you. And I am one of thousands and thousands of people that would say that.
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
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    Just saw this post from John Kadlecik on his FB page.

    "Terrapin Station...

    Jerry and the band built the engine, stoked the firebox, and blew the whistle...

    Robert Hunter showed us the map, laid the tracks, and gave us an itinerary. I am truly sad this fountain of timelessly relevant and beautiful words, this icon of American literature, has passed, but grateful for all he gave us. May he rest in peace."

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    I thought this was good from Trey:

    Some of the most beautiful memories of my youth are of standing at concerts listening to Jerry sing Robert Hunter’s lyrics. The combination of those lyrics, always from the point of view of the outsider, the broken, the confused, the outlaw, the dying, the man on the street, and Jerry’s aching vulnerable voice, full of pain and spirit, was indescribable. Black Peter, Wharf Rat, Stella Blue, China doll, far too many to even name. I often find myself trying to describe those moments to younger musicians who didn’t get a chance to actually experience it. The songs live on, but for me the friendship and the connection between those two masterful artists will be the memory I’ll carry for the rest of my life. An entire arena caught in a collective gasp, tears running down peoples cheeks, all over one simple line. “A pistol shot, at five o clock, the bells of heaven ring” It was so profound and powerful. I am so grateful to Robert Hunter. Rest In Peace

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    A writer as magical as he was deserves two threads.

    RIP Mr. Hunter. You played a hudge role in my life, it wouldn't have been the same without you. And I am one of thousands and thousands of people that would say that.
    Yeah ... 2 threads at least.

    I don't have words at the moment for how much his genius was woven into the tapestry of my life.

    Listening to "The Flight of the Marie Helena" seems appropos.

    http://www.hunterarchive.com/files/P...lightofMH.html

    Those not disposed to vision gather on the west deck, trade yarns and speak of remarkable spitballs, delivered with a touch of fire.

    I go among them and speak
    of innings, runs and scores.
    We will speak of "going back for
    a long one" and derive some
    simple creature comfort therefrom.

    Slam down the visor!
    The moon becomes again a moon
    of gentle incandescence
    over the smooth, lapping swells.
    The lion of the ocean sleeps.
    .
    .
    .
    True dawn.
    Sea and sky, then
    sky and sea,
    fleck, foam, wave -
    luminous blue rose.

    An island lies
    off stern - inviting.
    Ah! If we could only
    swing the Marie Helena!

    But no, we are engaged to
    ride the mighty raft where
    wind and wave command!
    Mark it on the map and wave farewell.

    The perfume of its trees
    ride on the breeze which
    gently, firmly, sadly
    bars our entry.

    A very blue island
    beneath blue clouds
    against blue sky
    rising from blue sea.

    It is not a dream.
    Ah no, it is another thing.
    It is a sunlit vision
    seen through rain.
    Last edited by galibier_numero_un; 09-26-2019 at 12:56 AM.
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