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i love the dead with a passion my life is filled with continous streams of rich thick pure dead music that flows in from my stero and then soaks into my head and all of a sudden i find my self in the front row of a dead show with thousands of close friends that i have never met before and we ae all swaying to one tribal beat as jerrys rifs flow out like cosmic smoke and the rest of the band plays on bob weirs infectious rythm sucks me in phils bass thumps my chest the drums pound in perfect snycronization mickey and bill are a team and the piano plays and with each note it sends you farther than ever before and it is there that i get a fix and then the end of the album comes and all of a sudden i find my self back in my room on my bed completely taken of breathe and speechless as the euphoria pulses i relize man i gotta back and i hit play again and im gone... in fact as i sit here typing i am bouncing back from my journey peace to you good friends
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