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Vinc Welinick recently died he was the 1990's Keyboardist for the Grateful Dead after Brent Mydland died. Alhough he died 11 years after the bands broke up, it still seems like still managed to get affected by the "curse" of the Grateful Dead, because he essentialy died right before the Dead were thinking of reuniting for a couple shows (accordign to rumors at philzone.com)


So who believes in the Grateful Dead "keyboardist curse"?

I'll give the rundown of the curse for all who don't know of it

Ron "Pigpen" McKerkan- dies of drug overdose around in '73
Keith Godchaux replaces him, dies a year after he leaves the band in a car crash in '80
Brent Mydland replaces Godchaux, dies of a drug overdose in '90
Vinc Welnick replaces Brent, dies in '06


EDIT: I deleted my other thread and psoted this one, so people wouldnt think it was just a "memorial" thread
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Reminds me of Spinal Tap.

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Pigpen died of liver problems from drinking I'm pretty sure... not really a drug overdose.
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In the other thread, the link to the page with the announcement of his death also said that one of the Dark Star Orchestra's keyboard player died of a heart attack...strange...
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i think that there is definatly a curse on the dead's keyboardists, R.I.P every one of them
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Pigpen died of liver problems from drinking I'm pretty sure... not really a drug overdose.


Yeh drugs and alchol ruined his liver, my bad I wasn't thinking when I wrote that down
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I believe that Pigpen died of a gastrointestinal hemorrhage, if I'm not mistaken.

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Oh noes!!!!! I'm a keyboardist in a band that plays some grateful dead songs!!!!! I don't want to die so young, god damn you curse!!!!!!!!!!!

If I do di..........

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Yeh well than you may die of an overdose on sweets (corny jokes are gay)


anyways back on topic, so this thread doesn't close down, woudld anyone become a Grateful Dead keyboardist if they knew they would die within the next several years because of it?
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if the original lineup was there, i'd take the keyboard spot in a heartbeat
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if the original lineup was there, i'd take the keyboard spot in a heartbeat


But then It wouldn't be the original lineup...
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anyways back on topic, so this thread doesn't close down, woudld anyone become a Grateful Dead keyboardist if they knew they would die within the next several years because of it?


People knowingly took the Spinal Tap drummer position knowing they'd die in the next several years... Fine, I'll shut up about them.

Well, besides the fact that the Dead aren't together anymore, obviously no one's going to take the position.

However, if they were in fact together still, I bet a lot of people would offer themselves to the job.

I mean, think about it - you probably travel more places on tour in a year than you might your entire life. You get to meet tons of people, try different things, get laid, live your life playing music - if I played keyboards and I was given the chance I'd take it without question.
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anyways back on topic, so this thread doesn't close down, woudld anyone become a Grateful Dead keyboardist if they knew they would die within the next several years because of it?


I would take it, but what is the next several years, like 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 or 11 or 12 or 13 or 14 or 15 or 16 or 17 or 18 or 19 or 20 or 21 or 22 or 23 or 24 or 25 or 26 or 27 or 28 or 29 or 30 or 31 or 32 or 33 or 34 or 35 or 36 or 37 or 38 or 39 or 40 or 41 or 42 or 43 or 44 or 45 or 46 or 47 or 48 or 49 or 50.
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Yeh man you should have not waster your time on that and instead got up, toasted a Bagel watched a re-run of Family Matter's, because at least you can be proud of that.
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^family matters is so cool, but i perfer whats happening and the jeffersons, for 70s black televison, the cosby show gets old fast, and that rudy, shes not so cute, i heard she was a control freak...
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Anyways back on topic.

For all those who don't know him (which I hope is very few) John Perry Barlow was a lyricist for the Grateful Dead and he wrote this following writing (taken from www.rukind.com) about Vince and the other Greatful Dead keyboardist. I beleive it describes the causes of the curse, through the natures of the keyboardists, very well.


VINCE WELNICK SUCCUMBS TO THE CURSE OF THE KEYBOARDS

By John Perry Barlow, June 2006

The Dreadful Great, among our other bad habits, had a reliable propensity for killing off keyboard players. It was a kind of ritual sacrifice, I suppose, but the really terrible aspect of these departures was the bottomless sorrow that drove out of the physical world Ron "Pigpen" Mckernen, Keith Godshaux, Brent Midland, and now, on June 2, Vince Welnick.


Like all of his previously mentioned colleagues, Vince killed himself. But unlike them, he did it very explicitly, using means too appalling for even me to relate.


The Coroner's Reports for his predecessors were somewhat more ambiguous when it came to conscious involvement in their deaths. Pigpen very clearly drank himself to death, though, given the nature of alcoholism, I suspect that even in his last moments, he was surprised to find himself at Death's Driveway. Keith was a passenger in the car wreck that killed him. Brent did his best to tread on the slimy serpent of Thanatos coiled in inside him. And I did my best to argue it back with songs that, as it ironically happened, only amplified the love he could not stand, the approval he was not psychologically equipped to reconcile with his own lousy self-image.


I remember the time when Brent died better than I wish I did. Time magazine, ever the supercilious snot-nose, honored me with the "George Orwell Doublespeak Award," as the result of an interview with me in Rolling Stone, conducted the day after the event, in which I declared that he had "died of rock 'n' roll," when it was plainly obvious that he succumbed to a drug overdose. (Upon winning this dubious distinction, I wrote a letter to the editor of Time in which I said, among other things, that "anybody who can't tell the difference between metaphor and euphemism probably can't tell the difference between poetry and lies." They didn't publish it, of course.


Like the rest of his doomed and gifted predecessors, Vince was a strangely sweet man, apparently too empathetic to endure the cruelties of this world. He had a passion he brought to his music that was electric, a quality that, like his personal shyness, he also shared with them. Writing songs with Vince was - as I've said of the same marvelous process with Brent - the most intimate thing I ever did with a man.


When Jerry Garcia died, Vince was alone among us in his wretched sense of utter loss. He attempted suicide about six months later, thereby 86ing himself from any further creative interaction with what was left of the Grateful Dead.


As a culture, we were never big on emotional vulnerability. Like a caribou herd, we had learned, over a long period of time, to leave our cripples behind on the tundra rather than risk the entire local genome. That's life, Dude. Devil take the hindmost.

At one point, shortly following his suicide attempt and consequent exile, I went up to Forestville, California to encourage him. He was still in a heart-rendingly desolate state. We wrote a song the lyrics of which went like this:


WAITING FOR THE SONG TO COME


Forestville, California , Thursday, January 11, 1996


What do you want from me?
Whatever it is, I am fresh out of it.
Ain't nothing here to see,
Best move along,
There ain't no doubt of it.
I get up in the morning, I go to bed at night
The hours in between seem to pass without a sight
No sight of mystery, no magic round the bend
No expectations 'cept a few I don't intend at all...


Look out on the sea
Big as it is, that's only the top of it.
Down at the bottom of the sea
You can sink forever
Cause there's no stop to it.
No end of trouble, no end of pain
No end of people to tell you you're to blame
No end to this world
And nowhere to go,
Except the music must have ended a long time ago.


Chorus:
So I am waiting for...
Waiting for...
Waiting for something strong.
Waiting for something to sing about
Waiting for the song to come.


When it does, there will light again
There will be colors in the world and birds across the sun
And everything that's been going down so hard
Will be coming right again...


But I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting for the song to come.


Verse:
Meanwhile, I got you,
Your tender words and all the little good they do.
Meanwhile, you got me
Ain't no great prize, but at least it comes for free.
It's an act of conviction, baby, simply holding on
Keeping forward motion, pretending to be strong,
Listening with all my heart for voices in the wind
That will be singing for us, Baby, when the song begins again.


Chorus:
Till then I'm waiting...
I'm still waiting...
Waiting for something strong
Waiting for something to sing about
Waiting for the song to come.


When it does, there will light again
There will be colors in the world and birds across the sun
And everything that's been going down so hard
Will be coming right again...


But I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting for the song to come.


As I recall it, this song had a stark and yet occasionally soaring melody. Vince orchestrated it on his beautiful Bösendorfer piano as though he were Beethovan writing a requiem. And now I can't remember a single note of it. It was all in his lovely head and has died there.


Several weeks ago, he called me. He sounded upbeat. He was talking about getting together with me and writing some songs. He told me that he was working on reuniting The Tubes, his original - and marvelously peculiar - band. I was into the idea of writing some new stuff with him, just for the fun of it. And it had been fun, even in our darkest moments. (Perhaps it was fun precisely because of the surrounding bleakness.)


I told him I'd make of point of riding my motorcycle up to Forestville the next time I was on the Left Coast.


I wish I'd done that. But then I wish a lot of things.


When my friend Spalding Grey committed suicide, I wrote this about clinical depression, a nightmare I've experienced myself:


Fighting clinical depression is inevitably a lonely struggle. What could be less conducive to compassion than a disease that make you whine? Laymen and loved ones tell you to get a grip. They make you feel ashamed to be sick. Even if they're more enlightened about the disease, they can't help but harbor a secret, naturally human, belief that you are suffering a failure of will rather than biochemistry. Meanwhile, the doctors consider little but the neuro-soup and turn you into a shambling medical experiment, testing pharmaceutical nostrums on you that are as blunt as the mind is subtle, though just as unpredictable. But, for you, life just trudges on. It remains, despite whatever visible signs of well-being - wonderful spouse, great kids, well-located house, etc. - a purgatory of uselessness, barren of joy and meaning. Love, incoming or out-going, becomes something you think, not feel.


How can we ask of anyone that they insist on living in such a world as this? How can we be so arrogant as judge anyone harshly for taking a pass on such demanding material manifestation?


I loved Vince Welnick. I wish, of course, that I'd been able to show him that love in a manner that would sustained him. But, once one has been pitched down that hole, it strikes me that he ought to enter a condition of general amnesty. He took something from me that I cherished, but I certainly won't hold it against him.
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that was depressing, way to ruin our fun mountain jam
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Since ALice Cooper got an e cookie can i have one too? Chocolate chip would be fine but if any one has chocolate CHOCOLATE chip that would be scrumptious.
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ya know, if everyone asks for a stupid cookie, then we will run out of cookies... make another thread and dedicate it to cookies. but relate it to classic rock, that way it is acceptable in this particlar forum....
wow- i got the joke too, can i have a cookie? wait i think im an e-diabetic. danget. well anyway, no one likes to stay on subject. im happy to be a guitarist wrather than a keyboardest. i wonder if anyone noticed that i have severe AD... im hungary.
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