Grateful Dead, Palace of Auburn Hills, 08/01/94
Twenty years ago today, myself and about 15,000 of my closest friends (including two of my sisters) sang Happy Birthday to Jerry on his 52nd birthday. I’m listening to this show for the first time since then right now. Funny, I’ve always sort of resisted listening to shows I attended - something about wanting to keep the pure memory of it. Ah, what the hell though - there’s something to be said for reliving old memories in new times. Like a photo of a photo of a photo, some things are dulled and hard to make out while others gleam brighter, grainy and washed out through the lens of imagining.
Jerry wasn’t really one for nostalgia or sentimentality, but every once in a great while it’s hard not to want to trade all of your tomorrows for one single yesterday. Golden times, man. But if you keep your eyes, ears and heart wide open the new golden times are always just around the corner.