Musings from Texas

Musings from Texas

Last night I was invited to do a guest spot at the Gerry Garcia birthday commemoration bash.

It was with my old friend Mike Morgan's band Flounders Without Eyes. 

It is a testament to the Grateful Dead that even some years after  Gerry Garcia's death, the Ruta Maya venue was packed.

When I left at 2.30am it was still packed.There were all kinds of people there- ones who looked like they were survivors of the original Deadheads, young guys who might be their sons and daughters, elegant office types, wild dancers, trinket manufacturers, topless ladies tattooing their breasts, dreadlocked heroes, people who had No idea who Gerry Garcia was, figures from my past, figures from my future, all wanting photos with whoever, my eyes getting tired from the constant barrage of camera flash, and my soul uplifted with borderless hugging , I left at one to go home to sleep before early rising for grandpa duty, only to find, on looking at my watch at 2am, that I had somehow re- entered the dancing throng inside the venue, and proceeded to dance with at one time three ladies simultaneously while the band that came on after us played Dead tunes to the giant image of Gerry behind them, and the original spirit was undiminished and filled the room with grace unknowing of time and separation, a unity was descended on us all.

Arthur Brown, 8/8/11 10:14