The Music Never Stops..... I don't remember much, except that we took a bus down from New Buffalo Commune, to Albuquerque, which was also my first time in Albuquerque, since I left my parent's house in Denver. We were all stoned and psychedelicized, and somehow we wound up inside the Civic, and listening to the Dead. There were a lot of people, and there was a lot of music, music to fill the air. Then it was over, and we somehow got back into the bus and made it home to New Buffalo. The whole day was a blur and still is, to me.