R.I.P. John Perry Barlow

Thanks for Esau. 

And all that lightning will be my lightning too .... my lightning too....

Thanks JPB

Nooo , 

RIP

Very sad news 

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/02/john-perry-barlow-internet-pioneer...

RIP John Perry Barlow

thank you

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/02/john-perry-barlow-internet-pioneer...

Thanks for the tunes.

Aaaaw.  That's so sad.  RIP.  Thanks for the great tunes.  (((((Cassidy)))))

Faring Thee Well Now!

Damn he was a great lyricist.

Smart, complex dude.  RIP

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https://www.jambase.com/article/john-perry-barlow-grateful-dead-lyricist...

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light 
Rising up to paradise, 
I know he's gonna shine...

I always appreciate his words. Thanks for the great songs, cool lyricist dude! Hunter left us in good hands when he passed Weir on to Barlow. Well done.

With Bob Weir's Dad

Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry

"Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly"

This is really fucked up news. Rest In Peace Mr. Barlow.

A true renaissance man. RIP

The last few years have been so rough for his body...

He was a brilliant light in our world.

RIP

sleep well friend

Damn. RIP. Wouldn’t have been the same band band without him.

wow. rip.

thank you.

Incredibly sad news. 

CELEBRATE The Spirit of John!

I am sure his last few years, months, weeks, truly sucked...
A miserable demise.

He was a very special human being!

Cherish all the Good!

Sad news today.

The lyrics he wrote will forever be burned into my soul.

"And I'll call down thunder and speak the same. As my words fill the sky with flame. Might and Glory's gonna be my name. They gonna light my way."

Rest In Peace John Perry Barlow

www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5D_j6mtCA4

Was listening to BT Wind 4/11/72 when I saw this thread...

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew

What's to be found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go

Brilliant mind, Thank You.....

He was such a searingly intelligent man and an amazing individual who lived a very full, varied and seemingly fun & satisfying life.

Terribly sad, but god damn what a life fully lived.

"Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall"

Well done John.

RIP John

RIP John

Fare thee well now..

aw, shit. on to places never seen, I suppose.

A spirit lost, I am bummed.

What a bummer

Thanks for the words that have meant so much to so many. 

R.I.P. JPB 

A man of much accomplishment. May he rest in peace.

He was the ultimate compliment to Hunter ..the Grateful Dead as we know and love it would not have existed without him...rest easy Barlow

As another great song writer said, "Enjoy every sandwich."

RIP JPB

Sad news for sure!

A legend. RIP.

Principles of Adult Behavior by John Perry Barlow

1. Be patient. No matter what.
2. Don’t badmouth: Assign responsibility, not blame. Say nothing of another you wouldn’t say to him in the same language and tone of voice.
3. Never assume the motives of others are, to them, less noble than yours are to you.
4. Expand your sense of the possible.
5. Don’t trouble yourself with matters you truly cannot change.
6. Expect no more of anyone than you can deliver yourself.
7. Tolerate ambiguity.
8. Laugh at yourself frequently.
9. Concern yourself with what is right rather than who is right.
10. Never forget that, no matter how certain, you might be wrong.
11. Give up blood sports.
12. Remember that your life belongs to others as well. Don’t risk it frivolously.
13. Never lie to anyone for any reason. (Lies of omission are sometimes exempt.)
14. Learn the needs of those around you and respect them.
15. Avoid the pursuit of happiness. Seek to define your mission and pursue that.
16. Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.
17. Praise at least as often as you disparage.
18. Admit your errors freely and soon.
19. Become less suspicious of joy.
20. Understand humility.
21.Remember that love forgives everything.
22. Foster dignity.
23. Live memorably.
24. Love yourself.
25. Endure.

RIP John.

I last spoke with him at the Internet Archive Gala where he spoke and accepted the First Internet Hero Award on behalf of the Grateful Dead. He was a true pioneer! Very interesting and well versed in all things. I believe he's happy bopping around in cyberspace...

Love Forgives Everything - John Perry Barlow @ TEDxSantaCruz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncinl09HHUg

Found out about this at a David Lowery solo show (well, there was a pedal steel player with him).

He announced it from the stage and said a few nice things about him and then they played Loser (after saying  Barlow didn't write it).

Made a meme from those immortal words Zooey shared (Pic is from a Bandon Oregon Sunset;

There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing
And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea.
Till the chains of your dreams are broken,
No place in this world you can be.

Thanks for being part of the  best of times and the greatest memories.

RIP John
 

And another one to be grateful for not on that list above...possibly written in the Hotel Utah across from the temple.

It was a paradise for lizards when young Brigham saw it first
He said I've seen some nasty deserts Lord, but this one here's the worst
Then the Lord called down to Brigham, said "I've got a great idea"
I want a mighty city and I think I want it here

Salt Lake City, that town of righteousness and fame
Salt Lake City, don't sound like much, but hell what's in a name?
Nobody ever sings about it, but Lord I be going there just the same

(Live now)

https://kpfa.org/episode/dead-to-the-world-february-7-2018/

Rest easy John Perry Barlow.  An amazing American.  Thank you for touching my heart

Sad news.

RIP John.

Thank you for posting JPB's list, Zooey and Noodler. A lot to think about, and to aspire to grow into and to grow with. I love that it was all over Facebook today.

Fare Thee Well to a visionary, an inspiring lyricist and a damn nice guy... 

https://youtu.be/3aMBIeD0ThU

So my first year in New Paltz I lived in the basement of Bevier hall. Quite a few Dead heads in the dorm.  The best room mates you could ask for. We had some awesome tape collections. We jammed live tapes pretty much 24/7. During the mid week we established a Bob Weir night of music.  It was like 3 hours of only Bobby tunes to be followed by  mixed Dead and JGB. (Its where I grew to appreciate John Barlow as a writer). We had passed around the hat for Beers and double Tvarscki 100 proof vodka.  The first weeks we would pull out a soon to be "sterile drawer" from one of the desks and create a toxic batch of cool aid. It was good but not big enough.  SDhead worked in Hasbrook cafeteria just a few yards from my dorm.  One night he brought with him a trough from the Hasbrook kitchen which we would use to mix and serve our cool aid. The parties became tradition. Pretty soon the parties became to big to handle and we were disciplined. No matter as tour was around the corner. Being a head  in Upstate New York in the early 80's allowed you to to not only attend school without missing many  classes but  you could also catch all the New York City, New Jersey and Philly shows as well. Those were the days.

RIP John

^^Sorry..Correction> What I meant to say was.....

 Being a head  in Upstate New York in the early 80's allowed you to catch the upstate college circuit  shows  (without missing many  classes)  and  you could also catch all the New York City, New Jersey, Connecticut and Philly shows as well. Those were the days.

Amazing individual, thankful that I got to spend a very enlightening couple of minutes chatting with him at the airport in NOLA several years back. Thanks again for everything, JPB.

RIP John

Incredible person and songwriter. He will be missed!

A favorite memory of Barlow was when he appeared during one of Spaulding Gray's Interview-With-the-Audience shows, this one at the Flint Center in Cupertino. JPB had great comedic timing and could bounce from topic to topic with easy effort.. politics, tech, history, music, film, the human condition and so on. Sui Generis.

>>Principles of Adult Behavior by John Perry Barlow

words to live by.

and The Death of Cynthia Horner was always touching to me especially after losing a longtime boyfriend/partner by the name of Mark.

The Death of Cynthia Horner

Dr. Cynthia Horner, the daughter of Drs. Bennett and Frances Horner of Nanaimo, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, died suddenly in her sleep on the evening of Sunday, April 17, 1994 while flying from Los Angeles to New York City, where we had lived together since June of last year.

She was apparently yanked from this world by a heart arrhythmia, the result of undetected viral cardiomyopathy. While she had suffered a minor flu earlier in the week, she seemed fully recovered. She had danced like a dust devil at a Pink Floyd concert in the Rose Bowl the night before and had gone running on the beach at Santa Monica that morning.

Tuesday the 19th would have been her 30th birthday. Despite her great capacity for good times, she had managed to make herself both a certified psychiatrist and a truly wise woman in that short time. She had hardly been sick a day in her life. She looked more like starlet than a shrink. And she was a classic example of what I've always considered one of God's greatest works, a truly game woman.

The night before, while stuck in traffic with some 90,000 other concert-goers, we had three hours which we used to plot the next couple of years. We would move to San Francisco in September and buy a house. She would set up her new practice there over the winter. We'd get married next spring and start having babies shortly thereafter.

There was no question in either mind, as there had never been since the moment we met last May, that it didn't matter what we did or where we did it as long as we were together. We knew we'd found what most people either pursue in years of futile search or dismiss as a fantasy at the outset: the missing half of ourselves. The real thing.

Parting on the curb at LAX, we enjoyed one of our customarily shameless kisses and she said, "We were made for each other, Baby. Nothing can keep us apart." This was the last thing she would ever say to me.

And then she bounded down the concourse, as apparently full of life as anyone I've ever watched in delight. When the flight attendant tried to wake her on approaching New York, he found her dead. The one thing which could have proven her last words false had happened.

I feel like my heart has been amputated. I feel as Moses might have had he been given a year in the Promised Land before being kicked back out into the desert.

But I'm working on putting it back together. I spoke to the people she'd grown up with on Vancouver Island last Friday before placing her back in its lovely green heart, and this is what I said to them...

For Cynthia Horner 1964-1994 
Spoken in the Brechin Church 
Nanaimo, Vancouver Island, British Colombia 
Friday, April 22, 1994

I don't know most of you, and I envy the many among you who were graced with Cynthia all her short life. I only knew her a little while. We spent this last glorious year together. It was the best year of my life and, I firmly believe, it was the best year of her life too.

Sunday morning, during our last hour, we were playing with a cat with strangely green eyes.

She looked at me with her own beautiful green eyes and said, "You know, James Joyce said that green eyes were a sign of the supernatural." The way she said it seemed pointed and meaningful. And hope makes me want to believe it all the more meaningful now.

I don't know that I believe in the supernatural, but I do believe in miracles, and our time together was filled with the events of magical unlikelihood. I also believe that angels, or something like them, sometimes live among us, hidden within our fellow human beings. I'm convinced that such an angel dwelled in Cynthia. I felt this presence often in Cynthia's lightness of being, in her decency, her tolerance, her incredible love. I never heard Cynthia speak ill of anyone nor did I ever hear anyone speak ill of her. She gave joy and solace to all who met her.

I feel her angel still, dancing around the spiritual periphery, just beyond the sight of my eyes, narrowed as they are with tears and the glare of ordinary light. Her graceful goodness continues to surround me, if less focused and tangible than before.

With a care both conscious and reverential, Cynthia and I built a love which I believe inspired most who came near it. We felt it was our gift to the world. We wanted to show the hesitant the miracle that comes when two people give their hearts unconditionally, honestly, fearlessly, and without reservation or judgement. We wanted to make our union into a message of hope, and I believe we did, even though we knew that hearts opened so freely can be shattered if something should go wrong. As my heart is shattered now.

So among the waves of tragedy which have crashed on me with her death is a terror that our message of hope has been changed into a dreadful warning. But I must tell you that had I known in the beginning that I would be here today doing this terrible thing, I would still have loved her as unhesitatingly, because true love is worth any price one is asked to pay.

The other message we wished to convey was one of faith in the essential goodness and purpose of life. I have always felt that no matter how inscrutable its ways and means, the universe is working perfectly and working according to a greater plan than we can know.

In the last few days, I have had to battle with the fear that everything is actually just random, that the universe is a howling void of meaningless chaos, indifferent to everything that I value. All hope has at times seemed unjustified to me.

But groundless hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.

Its true name is faith. As it is a shallow faith which goes untested, so it is that if we can keep our faith through this terrible test, we will emerge with a conviction of enduring strength. And this faith will become Cynthia's greatest gift to us. If we can build with our lives a monument to her light, her gameness, and her love, she will not have died in vain, and her death will become as much a miracle as was her life.

--John Perry Barlow

https://w2.eff.org/Misc/Publications/John_Perry_Barlow/HTML/cynthia.html

Glad that his pain has ended.

RIP

Nice article in Wired....

https://www.wired.com/story/mourning-john-perry-barlow-the-bard-of-the-i...

RIP JPB. The healing power of your words continues to inspire us.

Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.
Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains? The wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky, Flowing,
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.

Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
and little change, the wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing, Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing, Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.

Winter grey and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky.

We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before. - J. P. Barlow RIP

safe travels. 

thanks for the link thom.

Rest in peace, Mr. Barlow, and thank you for bringing into being some of my favorite songs.

John wrote 6 songs on Weir's Heaven Help the Fool, which I think his some of his strongest work.

Black Throated Wing is such a strong song and should be entered into the Library Congress for the lyrics alone.

Yes, 4winds, The Death of Cynthia Horner has been touching and moving every time I've read it. Thanks for posting it here.

Just wow     Many tears

thanks for the articles 4 winds and thom

And Zooey   Those principles are so powerful

what grace love and insight ....many tears and new discoveries reading his lyrics and writin.g. And apparently he just finished his autobiography 

In a social media post Weir said, “This life is fleeting, as we all know – the Muse we serve is not. John had a way of taking life’s most difficult things and framing them as challenges, therefore adventures – by their nature awakening and maybe even fun. He was to be admired for that, even emulated. He’ll live on in the songs we wrote…John Perry Barlow 1947-2018.”

Read more: http://www.jambands.com/news/2018/02/08/bob-weir-comments-on-john-perry-...

 zoner or credo spit in the eye of the devil love endure be happy

Adding the quote about deadheads

Talking about his famous band in 2005, Barlow wrote, “Many of us are actually dead now… many more of us would be had we not developed such an astonishing facility for spitting in the Devil’s eye and laughing.”

Ramblin' Jack Elliot, Wavy Gravy, Marc Margolis, John Perry Barlow, Chris DiLeo and Sam Cutler

Did they try dynamite?

Too soon?

gol darn "we"  look old in that photo druba

time marches on

Among the tributes that poured in for John Perry Barlow after his death was one from Sean Ono Lennon, who called the Grateful Dead lyricist and digital pioneer “a master of all trades and a jack of none.”

Barlow, who wrote several Dead tunes with guitarist Bob Weir and formed the Electronic Frontier Foundation in 1990 to try to shield online civil rights from government intrusion, died Wednesday in his sleep. He was 70.

Ono Lennon, 42, a singer-songwriter and the son of John Lennon and Yoko Ono, counted Barlow among his friends. He emailed a tribute to The Chronicle on Thursday:

“John Perry Barlow was a master of all trades and jack of none. He was a wordsmith a songsmith, a tech wizard party maniac car mechanic and bona fide lady magnet of incomparable intellect. He was an angel and double agent, a prophet and pioneer of digital divination, a Master Mason, a Burning Man patron, an internet architect, and political maven, a psychedelic shaman, a counter culture statesman and a hero to great men. In the end he was still a Wyoming cowboy to the core, and above all else, he was a family man because to him nothing mattered more. John Perry Barlow, he set the bar high, with big boots to follow, and many will try, but no one will ever come close to the guy, for this grateful and graceful guru was one of a kind.”.”

https://www.sfchronicle.com/bayarea/article/Sean-Ono-Lennon-s-tribute-to...

Phil had some very nice words to say tonight after opening his show with Attics.

NPR did piece on JPB yesterday, but I only heard first minute or so as I was leaving for work.  

Patches posted this link from last nights Phil show;  

Set 1 (Starts with a wonderful "Attics" into a Phil memorial for John Barlow @5:44-7:45 )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g08FvsmtWzY

Set 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyN6MGTnm2Y

Here is the NPR piece.

https://www.npr.org/2018/02/08/584335386/champion-of-the-internet-and-gr...

Sorry if this was already posted but don't think so. 

This American Life - When Worlds Collide

https://www.thisamericanlife.org/74/conventions/act-three

J.P.R. -- Rest in Peace.  A founding member from the beginning.  Will be sorely missed. A dead head friend forwarded this very appropriate lyric from a Mike Edwards' email:

”Fare thee well, brother John.  Let the words be mine, you are done with yours.”  And yet, the music goes on and on......

"Fresh Air" interview:

https://www.npr.org/2018/02/09/584508647/remembering-grateful-dead-lyric...

Sharp fella, that Mr. Barlow.

Long is the road
We must travel on down.
Short are the legs
That will struggle behind.
I wish I knew for sure
Just where we're bound,
What we will be doin'
And what we're gonna find.
Wherever we go, there will be birds to cheer you
Flower to color in the fields around.
Wherever we go, I'll be right here near you
You can't get lost when you're always found.

And the daylight is leaving
The work is nearly done
In the quiet of the evening
There is a song

Goodnight all you cowboys
Well you're plainspun and rough
But the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us

And goodnight to all you cowgirls
Until we next meet
You will sweeten our memories
And dreams while we sleep

And goodnight wide Wyoming
If that's still where we are
But if we've wandered into heaven
Well Jackson Hole's not that far

Oh night the daylight stealing
All you gold from the sky
You're a poor thief you're leaving
All your diamonds behind
You're a poor thief you're leaving
All your diamonds behind

Goodnight all you cowboys
We've got treasures enough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To those such as us

Goodnight all you cowboys
Oh you're plainspun and rough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us
Such as us 

its an older one, but one i remember well.

Triangulation with Leo Laporte
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=napvYuEzj0Q

sigh. Thanks for the words Mr. Barlow.  (( ))