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Welcome
to the official website of:
MAINELY DEAD
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“THE
LAST WALTZ”
Mainely Dead
has come to an end …
After
7 years on the air as “Mainely Dead” on WMPG in
and 5
years originally heard as “Area 51” on KFAI
in
The
host would like to thank all of you who have either participated with this
program, or who have been intrepid listeners over the years.
It
would not have been the same show without you all, and for that,
I am
eternally grateful.
Simply
stated …
“Thank
you, for a real good time …”
-
Patrick
(aka “The
Godfather of the Overnight”)
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Casino
Ballroom,
Bob Weir signs an Alvarez Acoustic
Guitar
And Dennis McNally signs a copy of
his book “A
Long Strange Trip”
For the The PR Kellerman Foundation charity
event
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Bob Weir visits Portland, Maine
and Mainely Dead, March, 2004

David Byrne also pays a visit to
Portland, Maine and Mainely Dead, May 2004

“Maddy” - the host’s dog.
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“Mainely Dead” was heard every OTHER Tuesday
evening from
10:00 to 11:30
PM EST on WMPG Radio,
90.9 & 104.1 FM, in Portland, Maine.
The studio
line is: [207]-780-4909
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“The Wave”
- Hunter S. Thompson
“
History is hard to know, because of all the
hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems
entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole
generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really
understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually
happened.
My central memory of that time seems to
hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I
left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred
miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming
through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to
take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted
to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain
that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just
as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any
hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101
to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks
anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was
right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle — that
sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean of
military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail.
There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the
momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can
go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of
eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave
finally broke and rolled back.”
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Roll the credits …
Area 51:
Patrick Babcock: Host, Producer
Pete Pappas: Webmaster
Aaron Young: Archivist
Bryan Bowen: Archivist
Jason Duerr
Nancy Seward
Tim Chapdelaine
Tom Daggeford
Matt Lawrence
“Andy”
Michael Tortorello
Eric Mitchell
Al Sedacca
Dave “Soupy”
Timmy “The Freak” Smith
Brooks Elliot
The Jones Gang!
Mainely Dead:
Patrick Babcock: Host, Producer
Pete Pappas: Webmaster
Bryan Bowen: Archivist
Aaron Young: Archivist
Don Carlson: The Home Office
David
Lemieux: Co-host
“A View From Lemieux”
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This radio program has been dedicated to
the memory of:
Feb. 1st, 1966 –
The best friend anyone could ever have …

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{ The following lyrics are
in honor of Peter,
and all of the victims
from the World Trade Center }
"Broke-down Palace"
Words by
Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing;
“Fare you well
my honey
Fare you well my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone
Goin’
to leave this Broke-down Palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll
In
a bed, in a bed
by the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
River
gonna take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
all the way back back home
It's a far gone lullaby
sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come
since I first left home
Goin’
home, goin’ home
by the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
Goin’
to plant a weeping willow
On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow
Sing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll
Fare
you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul”

“G’night Bosco”
”May Cromb’s be with you”
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