Fare the well now

 Let your life proceed by its own design.

Nothing to tell now.
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. (Weir-Barlow)

perhaps it would be appropriate on the roof of Fenway Park, a good stones throw and a couple of kicks from the birthplace of Jack kerouac; that MY road with the Grateful Dead came to a conclusion.( I have mentally considered every show since the death of Jerry as potentially my last, cause you just never know) But this show was certainly the last time i would see Dead & Company together. I will certainly continue to see Bobby Ace & Mickey on stage in any form and with any other musicians he chooses to play, but i have grown fond of Oteil and Mayer, and who knows if I will see them again. (Jay Lane will always be a Wolf Brother and so i expect to see him , and Jeff Chimenti seems to keep popping up wherever Bobby goes and i am happy with that.)

So there i was in the splendid sunshine drinking an ice cold Beer at the Sam Adams bar  as Bobby opened the show with Cassidy....a song written about two Cassidy's....the old and the young....Cowboy Neal , aka Dean Moriarity....the troubled hero of Kerouacs' ON the Road as being lost now on the country miles in his Cadilac......and the young Child of Boundless trees.......There he goes, the passing of Neal........and here she starts, the newborn life........Eileen Law was the original Secretary-Office Admin etc etc for the Grateful Dead....after the musical players she was employee #1 for the Band. during her pregnancy Bob was working on this song.....and Barlow was working on the lyrics to match. when asked what names she had picked for her baby , she answered just one.....it's CASSIDY, whether it's a boy or girl.  And so the song continues about the passing of the torch, from driver of the Bus to this newborn little girl.....and as you looked around Fenway Park Saturday night you could see as many teens and pre-teens as old cowboys.....this band is certainly about the music , but it also is a phenomena that is hard to explain..........so hard that i stopped trying to explain my attachment to this band to non Deadheads.......Jerry summed it up years ago in a Rolling Stone inerview when he said "Deadheads are like people that like licorice.....not everyone likes licorice, but those who do ; REALLY like licorice" 

we can't control our time on the planet....nobody can choose which era they will live in....we play the cards we are dealt.....ive been lucky enough to coexist on the planet with this band ...i came into the world in 1965, the year in which they formed...and they have provided the soundtrack to my life, and i'm eternally GRATEFUL.

2+3= BEEER

Quick beats in an icy heart.
catch-colt draws a coffin cart.
There he goes now, here she starts:
Hear her cry.
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly.