Went running in a nearby national park this a.m. and the scene from afar was breathtaking: below 500', fall foliage in driving snow; above that clearly demarcated elevation, everything covered in a solid white applique of snow and ice, with the ridge invisible under mist and likely heavier snowfall.
Anyway, pup and I ran an eerily quiet forest floor along the base and small foothills for almost a couple hours, though I only know this because I pulled the earplugs once while the terrier stood at stiff attention facing ???, otherwise, I was transported 3rd row, center with a raucous crowd at the Fillmore East on 2/27-28/70 listening to Alvin and the boys of 10 Years After...WOOT!/K
Actually, I think the first set of 5/7/77 was just one long tuning session with a few songs thrown in for good measure./K
One from every year might be interesting. It could happen...
"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."
-G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
Ossau Iraty - using sheep's milk from the Basque region of France. Quite sweet and fruity.
Petit Reblochon - rind-washed, made from raw cow's milk. Rather nutty, lovely and smooth.
Chaource - deliciously soft and creamy, using unpasteurized cow's milk. Cylindrical pleasure.
Shropshire Blue - mildly spicy, slightly yeasty, from a traditional animal rennet. A simple joy.
I always believed the dead were a state of mind or a philosophy in away, they held the lens up for us to look through and experience. A constantly evolving organism. I was lucky enough to start catching them in the early 80's thanks to a friends brother and it was just the thing I was missing in my life. I somehow knew or sensed they or "something "was out there, much like you, but didn't know we're or how to look for it...at the time I started seeing them the older heads were telling me "it's changed". It's not like it use to be. True but the only constant In the universe is change and you can still experience the mind altering music they made as well as the state of mind. I'm really really glad to see a new generation enjoy the rare gem that is the Grateful Dead. If you need any tips and/ or direction with regards to the trail your on, you only need ask. Strangers stopping strangers...
That description fits me just beautifully. I never saw the Dead but was privileged to see 'Further' at the Red Rocks last year. It was cool, the vibe was great, and it was fun just to be a part of it. With the Dead, when you listen to them, you feel you can just lay your heart right on the line with them. Sometimes when I catch a little 'space' I listen to the dead and know they are companions that have been right there with me. It feels like home. It feels good.
I'd say if you consider yourself a Dead Head, so you are.
And we may already be at the point where there are more Dead Heads who never saw Jerry than those who did. So you're in fine company.