

Wont you step in to the Freezer?????!!!!


Wont you step in to the Freezer?????!!!!

CPOT SPRING NEWSLETTER
It is shaping up to be a great spring and summer and we at CPOT are getting excited about upcoming shows and tours! We have exciting pin designs coming up as well as completely new collectibles and memorabilia. To kick off the spring season, we released a new pin for the String Cheese Winter Carnival. The pin was well received and the shows were fun. They got us excited for music and hitting the road again.
As we climbed into the car exiting the first night of winter carnival in Broomfield Colorado, news was just breaking about earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan. We were deeply saddened to learn about this news and our hearts reach out to our friends in Japan. As a way to help out, we have decided to dedicate our upcoming meatstick design to earthquake/tsunami relief efforts in Japan. Our goal is to raise at least $1111 from the sales of the new “Shocks my Brain”
( 頭がショック ) pins to be donated to Red Cross Japan.
We already had the pin design with Japanese lyrics in the works when the quake hit, but we immediately put the brakes on production because we were not sure how to proceed and if it would be taken the wrong way. After some careful consideration we knew what we had to do, and we went ahead with it. We only have the best of intentions. We are sure that those of you who know us, and get our pins, know that we are in no way making fun of the disaster in Japan, even though Meatstick is a funny song. This is just a way for our community of Phish fans to reach out to a country that we have a strong connection to as fans. There have been so many awsome Japanese Phish fans that we have met over the years. Some we have only been able to communicate through the language of Phish and the Lot and then later online with computer translation. We have even been lucky enough have Japanese Phans stay at our house while on tour.
We just feel that if we put our "Meatstick Brains" together we can help out. This is the least that CPOT can do.
The pins will be 15 dollars a piece with the option of donating more to the cause.
We are accepting orders now. We really hope you guys like the design. Here is some of the original Pen & Ink Collage work for the rough
draft on the pin. (With the digita-Proof on the way). Weird? Yes! but I'm sure you get it...if you get it that is....
We do have a limited stock of pins leftover from Phish New Years Eve in New York City as well as W
inter Carnival pins. The “Train” (Back on the Northbound Train) is a collaboration with the live artist Crazy Red Beard and has the date 1111 written on the front of the iron steam engine. Our “Carnival” pin (above) has a big-top circus tent with the backdrop of a snowflake made up of a spread out "Spirit Molecule". It says Winter Carnival 2011 and is based on Winter-Olympics-Style pins from the seventies. We will be offering these pins 2 for $15 dollars through the month of May – so get them now before we sell out!
We are also announcing the release of the “Nug” pin for April of this month. The pin’s official release will be at the Hampton Furthur show, but we hope we will be able to keep carrying the pin throughout the tour season. (Look out though, because April 20th festivities and the way people have been buying these ten at a time may wipe us out of the first batch before we know it!)
We look forward to seeing you out there and be watching for something ENTIRELY NEW!
Peace and Much Love from the CPOT Crew

My Father taught me to love Music, the Written Word, Cinema, photography, Theater and Live performances of all kinds. The arts surrounded me in my youth. We had a dark room in our basement and we spent summers touring museums and ancient castles. Some of My earliest memories include him showing me the hidden rhythms of classical music while stomping his feet on the floorboards and driving in our VW bus, or me sitting at the edge of the stage as he directed plays in the church. From Daddy I learned the gods of Ancient Mythology and the importance of the hero’s journey. To appreciate, the Classics and to explore the worlds of Science Fiction. He showed me that the mysteries of the past would always be connected to us and to future generations, when we participate, through story telling, music, poetry, painting, sculpture, and architecture.
He was a self described “Romantic”. He also had a great sense of humor.
He taught thousands of students how to express themselves.
Before he died he asked me to read him a poem aloud. As I read it he was using his hands and face to direct my cadence.
I would like to read a portion of that poem to you. Then I would like to share a poem that means a great deal to me that I think he would have loved.
Ode to the West Wind, by Percy Bysshe Shelly 1820 part 5
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own?
The tumult of thy might harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit Fierce,
My Spirit! Be Thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be though my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter Comes, Can Spring be far behind?
The Walls Of the Cave Lyrics by Tom Marshall 2002
I'm leaving you a message,
I'm leaving you a trace,
I'm leaving thoughts for you
I hope that time will not erase.
And when the moment comes
To read the words that I engraved,
You'll find them on the walls of the cave,
Of the cave.
I know you heard the question
But you didn't make a sound,
And when it fell you caught my heart
Before it hit the ground.
But if you ever need the names
Of those you couldn't save,
You'll find them on the walls of the cave.
You'll find them on the walls of the cave.
Look at me and time stands still
A mountain here is now a hill.
Look away,
Look away,
The time goes past.
These rocks will fall away at last.
Look away.
Maybe you will see it
As you're passing by alone,
Below the moss forgotten
where some words that turned to stone.
It might have been an etching
On a marker of a grave,
Or maybe on the walls of the cave.
Listen to
The silent trees
But still your words float on the breeze
Look away
I see them all
Carved into the cavern wall
Listen to …the silent trees
Listen to…. The silent trees
John E. Heins, 74, much loved in the community and in the classroom, died from metastatic cancer of the neck and head on August 11th, 2010. He died in Arlington Virginia, in his home of 40 years, surrounded by loved ones. He was a kind and gentle man, who left this world a better place, and went out smiling.
Born June 5th, 1936 in Kolar, India, the son of Missionaries, John led an exciting childhood: cobra sightings and tiger hunts were normal for the adventurous John. By the time he reached college, he had traveled around the world three times. He settled down in the United States from 1954 to 1958 and got his degree in English from Hope College in Holland, Michigan. Soon after, John received a scholarship to be in the first graduating class at the school of International Service. He wanted to attend the school and get a Master’s Degree. Before he could complete this dream, he was drafted into the U.S. Army. In 1960, his Army assignment was in Puerto Rico, where he was taught to teach English as a Second Language to Spanish speaking recruits. After two years, he was given the chance to return to his Master’s Degree which he continued at American University in Washington, DC.
In the Spring of 1963, John graduated with a Master’s Degree in Latin American Studies. After President Kennedy spoke at A.U’s commencement, John finished his research in Guerrilla warfare and counter insurgency in Cuba, and then felt inspired to see the world. He took off on an adventure of a lifetime. Starting in San Francisco, John traveled on a Lambretta 150 Motorscooter. He managed to make his way, traveling only with an old Army shelter half, down to Panama, but was not allowed to import his scooter over the border. He then made the rest of the trip down through Latin America by hitchhiking, on foot, riding busses, in the back of trucks, on horseback and in a dugout canoe. His travels lasted 18 months.
John returned to the United States in 1965 and began teaching at the Institute for Modern Languages in Washington DC. He started as a teacher, and when he left that job in 1967 he had moved up to management. What followed were several years of John managing various language programs all over the nation. He worked his way up to becoming vice president of the the American Express Language Center. This job took him all over the world. In 1967, John met Edith Craig, a creative, young high school art teacher from Mississippi, at a Halloween Party in Georgetown. It was love at first sight. John and Edith married the following Summer, on July 13th, 1968. Once he was married, and had started a family, he was ready to stay put. He quit his job at American Express and went back to A.U to get his PhD in Latin American Studies and International Relations. He had a scholarship and an assistantship to pay for classes, but to help pay the day to day bills, John moonlighted in several capacities. He substitute taught at his wife’s school and several others in Fairfax county. Because it was his specialty, he was asked to start the very first English as a Second Language program in Fairfax County, at Annandale High School. The pilot program was much needed, and hugely successful. John had found his calling.
In 1974, the PhD (which only needed the dissertation to be completed) was abandoned for full time work at Annandale high school. John started teaching in classes where ever he was needed. He taught English Language Skills, English Literature, and History. He loved working with high school kids. He has described these years as the most important years of his life. When he was finally assigned to teach English Literature classes to English speaking students, he realized he was doing exactly what he wanted to do with his life. His classes were always spirited. He had a passion for literature that made everyone want to sit up and learn. His favorite novels to teach ran the gamut from “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee to “The King must Die” by Mary Renault. His deep Bass voice could be heard from the hallways, as he recited poetry to the students, and schooled them in Shakespeare Sonnets and his favorite John Dunn masterpieces. John loved to teach. He was a master at it. A little bit later, he discovered his joy in teaching film studies, as well. John was a high school teacher for 23 years at Annandale highschool. It was his life’s work. He retired in 1999.
During John’s entire career in teaching, his wife, Edith, taught Art in the Fairfax County Public School System. Together, during the summers they had off, they traveled with their two children all over the country in a Volkswagon pop up camper. When the kids were old enough, they camped across Europe together. Everything was on a shoestring budget, but it was all a great adventure. Because of his wife’s artistic leanings, John began to take an interest in more creative outlets. He wrote short stories, developed photography in his basement dark room, learned to throw pottery on the wheel, and then discovered a deep love of woodturning on the lathe.
All of these passions were pursued after his retirement from teaching. John once more, began to travel the world. He returned to his childhood home in India, visited Egypt on a cruise, went on an around the world trip with his wife, and rediscovered Europe, many times over. He was able to create art, and was passionate about singing Bass in his church choir at Rock Spring Congregational Church in Arlington. His final years were spent enjoying time with his wife, his two children and his two grandchildren who loved him very much.
John is survived by his wife, Edith, his daughter Natalie, (married to Kevin Campbell from Fremont, California), his son David (married to Caroline in Charlottesville, VA), his two grandchildren, Margaret and Conrad and John’s younger brother Conrad. Services will be held on Saturday, August 28th at 11 AM at Rock Spring Congregational Church.
Memorial contributions can be made toward the P.E.T. project -- an organization which John spent years promoting. This non-profit helps amputees obtain special wheelchairs in third world countries. www.petflorida.org
Then in April things started to change. We checked our messages in facebook (which took awhile cause FB changed stuff all around this winter) and found that Moldbreaker had sent this link. It's Bobby on CNBC talking about the Dead's business model. There it was, just shining back at us, twinkling like a little star. It felt like this real shout-out from someone who we totally admire. you know, like "Nice work kid" (with a little bit of: "get back to work kid")
Pretty cool Right? Double Click the pictures for a closer look ...go ahead....
The pin is so clear on it that I was shocked. I am not sure where this was published, or who this lady is. I think its ESPN. Maybe someone on the board took it. The RT message boardies say this is his "half daughter" whatever that means! Whats a Half daughter? Maybe daughter in-law or stepdaughter or could even be half sister, with the right math. I don't know and this is not a news source so, sorry.
I just thought ya'll would appreciate this as much as we do. Plus you probably notice that this is not all on the same day or the same jacket....so he obviously likes that pin enough to keep up with it and change it around the way you guys probably do. I know I love my Scarab and we totally LOVE The DEADS MUSIC so I guess the whole thing makes sense.




First approved concept art from the original crew of Central Part of Town.
I call this one "Manifest"

Fog House ("If you don't like the lighthouse you suck", dan deacon)
Fish-Man the Human Metra-Gnome
concept art from early C.POT pin design sessions
Logo for Dynamo Hum
Dream Time figurines in pounded copper

