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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 Portland, Maine,

and 5 years originally heard as “Area 51” on KFAI

in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the host of the program is hanging up his microphone, and retiring the show.

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007 was the final show for Mainely Dead.

 

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, Hampton Beach, NH. 8-24-2006

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

 

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

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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{Bryan & Patrick in “The Vault”}

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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” Campbell

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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Mainely Dead "Heads" unite!!!

Sign the GUESTBOOK!!!

Where are you???

We want to hear from you!!!

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This radio program has been dedicated to the memory of:

Peter Kellerman

Feb. 1st, 1966 – Sept. 11th, 2001

The best friend anyone could ever have …

 

 

{ 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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