The first Dead Song I fell in love with was Box of Rain, it was the summer of 1985 and I was a first year Mugwump at Camp Betsey Cox in Rutland VT.
Throughout the years it probably wasn’t obvious, I didn’t follow the Dead, wear a lot of tie dye or drive a Volkswagen but in my heart I was Deadhead true and true, by and by…why? Because the music makes my soul want to get up and dance, it fills me with joy and bliss (well except for Touch of Grey I really don’t like that song)…when I am twirling and shaking and twisting my hands above my head like a sufi I am at my happiest.
My Dad and I listened to this in the car alot:
I walked down the aisle to this song :
It’s Jerry’s Birthday…peace and love man, peace and love and the music…