What a Long Time Between Strange Trips: Well, this weekend my faith in music has been re-established. We saw the Dead (basically the Grateful Dead minus one Jerry Garcia), and to be honest, it was the best concert I have every been to in my entire life. Now, I've seen Phish god knows how many times, as well as dozens of festivals, and not to forget the 40 or so moe. shows I've seen. By the set the break, we decided that we would have to go to these Jones Beach shows at all costs. We actually made a nice little weekend out of the whole ordeal. Friday night was a late night putzing around NYC, which ended with Chris Au putting old blue cheese dressing on Mumble's upper lip while he was passed out. Don't worry, Jay was good enough to tape the entire transaction. About 4 hours later, we were on the road for old Ill-a-Delph. Last time I was there, I went to the all time worst party, and to no surprise, it was hosted by Mike Keen. Now, Ann Marie had a zillion hotel points, so we got a free room at the Hampton Inn-Centre City. We hit up the lot rather early, and despite Paul, Buch and myself spending 2 hours roaming the beautiful streets of Camden, NJ to find one broken ATM after another, we managed to find a dash of time to reflect on days of old. Not really.... Solid roster, which included Tom MCCrorey, Rita and Pete just to name a few. Inside, the show was unreal. So many greats from back in the day, including China Doll, Eyes of the World, Mason's Children, and Playing in the Band, just to rattle of a few. Also, Willie Nelson played the entire first set with them, and Joan Osborne was on vocals all show. Greg Osby even jumped in on sax for the entire second set. Amazing. If you used to listen to the Dead in high school or college, it's worth checking out one more time. Jay Camhi was also nice enought to follow up the show with an encore of projectile vomitting in the back seat of my car. Yes, some of it got on my back and my prestigious authentic Rasheed Wallace jersey. Most of it got on my car door. But if you thought that Camhi was going end on that note, you had another thing coming. He came back for yet another encore of puking, but this time he got it into a Stew Leonards bag, rather than my back door and back.