“Nail the retread to my feet and pray for better weather.”
Today I realized I was alive, in the way that I always realize it, when I can hear music and it does that thing that it does. It took 8 days to get my soul back from the aftershock of Adderall abuse, and it came back, man.
I was whoring out my film to everyone on my friends list when I heard back from Brian.
Brian was my first AA “sponsor.” I put it in quotations because I was just going to AA to shut my dad up while I snuck beers every night after the meetings. I picked Brian because of the hundreds of Grateful Dead shows he had been to.
At that time I was in a position to give him CDs of any show he wanted, and we ended up driving around talking Dead.
Brian didn’t talk about the movie, but he reminded me that tomorrow is the anniversary of his first show, 1977–09–03, Englishtown, NJ.
I remembered that it’s an official release, so I put on the 13-minute-long “Half-Step Mississippi Uptown Toodeloo,” and I got it, man. I got it. I could hear it. I think you should hear it.
