This is my second Grateful Dead concert, so I know what to expect. But in the stifling heat, I’m trying to absorb as much chaos as possible, and the lyrics are swimming around my brain. If you get confused, listen to the music play.
There are so many things to look at around me right now, and the music is getting louder. I smile. Now that I’ve heard them sing it, you know what? This psychedelic cowboy music kind of rocks. I wish I was a headlight on a northbound train.
