Drunk in the City

I was just telling that guy about the helicopters in the streets. He didn’t believe me. Wasn’t even listening. Watching the fucking Cowboys. Drunk in the CityIt wasn’t like I planned to sit at her table. She was just there, her boyfriend too. They were nice, from Cincinnati, and wanted to talk. They didn’t care that I was dead drunk. She had these wide, innocent eyes, innocent everything. That was the problem. Drunk in the CityShe kept leaning in and asking questions, and I kept ordering drinks. And then he was gone somewhere and so were we. I don’t remember much after that. Just walking, going the wrong way, and then being along the river and looking into it.Drunk in the City

The Ecstastic Soul of The Grateful Dead

And so we went to the July 4th Fare Thee Well concert. The Ecstastic Soul of The Grateful DeadThe Grateful Dead, even without Jerry Garcia, played with heart and inspiration.The Ecstastic Soul of The Grateful DeadThe sound was almost as great as was the feeling of being back at a show, that feeling of ecstatic calm, where it seems there is nowhere else ever to be, just in the music, surrounded, like a child, soothed, where everything else turns off, except thinking about what they might play next. The Ecstastic Soul of The Grateful DeadIt is a precious, precarious thing that, now gone, has left me melancholy, thinking that they have to do it again – just one more, man –  where they just yet might get into a Lazy Lightning-El Paso-Supplication jam.The Ecstastic Soul of The Grateful Dead