SPIRITUAL SCAT BOIS – Grateful Dead DJ Set

Details

When:
Sun 6/16
4:00pm-6:00pm

Where:
Snake & Jakes Christmas Club Barn

Bio

It's one of the greatest stories ever told: two lost souls looking for just a little light along the golden road. Murphy Newport and Ned "Dusty" McDonald were Kings of the Lot as the Grateful Dead relentlessly blossomed, continuously redefining the their own "peak" and "prime" to their legion of devoted fans.

Newport slang from a treasure trove of enamel pins so rare, you could tell he was the king of diamonds by the way he shined - and Dusty held all the secrets to the most magical grilled cheese one's mouth could ever experience. Every day is another dollar on Dead lot, especially for these adversaries known for dominating their respective domains - until one day, the duo had a chance encounter that enabled their rivalry to simply... blow away.

The year was 1993, the day was March 25th, and as the Dead's first set journey was coming to a close, Dusty could feel the fire of Newport's sharp stare from across the floor of joyful spinners, during "Friend of the Devil" no less. Through "Eternity," they cautiously approached, ready to reaffirm their turf, despite traveling in circles around one another from town to town for quite some time now. It turns out the two happened to be more like a mirror image: wearing the same American flag bandanna bound tightly around each of their heads.

It was nary a beat later that the band launched into the set-closing "Liberty," commanding Newport's attention back to the stage, inducing a defeated sigh saying, "I miss Brent." Dusty involuntarily loosened his grip, and turned to Newport, replying, "Me too, dawg. Me too... you know... maybe you are easy to love after all."

The two embraced, carrying their new friendship through the howls of Bobby, adding in their own vocal reverence to the late great Brent Mydland on backup, and thus, the Spiritual Scat Bois formed their alliance in patriotism, singing passionately in unison, onward determined find their own way home... together.

At least that's how Ethan Berlin and Karl Morse would envision the beginning of their illustrious friendship... in their dreams. In reality - and the year of our lord Jerr, 2019 - the real-life friends are dedicated to blasting the dankest grooves of the Grateful Dead like tons of steel, so buckle up for a silky crazy night through Sunday sunset hour on a sojourn with your resident Spiritual Scat Bois in the Barn.