with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own? ( Garcia-Hunter)
those were the words Bob Weir used to greet the faithful on Halloween night 2019. He wore a kilt to honor the recently departed Robert Hunter and he strapped on an acoustic guitar. That set the tone for the best night of music ever played by this current edition of Dead & Company. The lads rocked good old Madison Square Garden for possibly their final time, it was quite the show ...and if it ends up being the last time i attend an event at MSG , well; i'm okay with that. We spent the pregame in the soon to be shuttered (maybe) Molly Wee pub with some of the closest friends i have. it was 2019 , but it could have been 1979, 89, 99 or whenever. The world was on the precipice of a global pandemic, the city of NY was about to be shut down and spiral into a lawless cocoon of chaos and incivility...but for 3 1/2 hours we stood on the Chase Bridge drinking ice cold refreshing beer and listening to the songs of our youth.....the world is a strange place, but every now and again it still spins in a favorable direction.
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
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