life may be sweeter for this, i don’t know… see how it feels in the end. thanks for the laughs and the music and the wonder, it’s been real
send me good vibes and cool grateful dead stuff! firstname.lastname@example.org
and it will return to you in the form of my abundant love, gems i’ve turned up, and maybe some ramblin too<3 adios folks
more than words can tell
(Source: andshecalledherselflil, via runrunrunfortheroses)
in our hearts bobby baby
Paul McCartney and David Gilmour at a Led Zeppelin concert.
I don’t think it gets any epicer than this
Anonymous asked: He hates to be called Steve! If you were ever truly his friend, you would know that. Plus, he has been gone for 2 months, And I am the one who has been here to pick up the pieces and handle things. The worse part is, you dont even care how you hurt him, you used him and walked away. You dont deserve a friend like him! I sent the anons, b/c he could never do something like that and would be pissed at me for doing so, but you should hurt like he did! This is last 1, out of respect for him.
i would super appreciate you talking me personally, not anonymously. you don’t know how i hurt for him. and you don’t know how i hurt for what you’ve done. you sent me messages about my father molesting me. you’re damn right he would be pissed at you. and that probably makes him better than both of us.
i don’t know what i was for him, if i was “ever truly his friend”, but it’s not for lack of my trying. he told me from the beginning we could always be friends, and i really thought he meant it, that we didn’t have to physically involved. i wanted to believe it cause i felt a really deep connection with him even before we’d messed around. when i tried to make “just friends” happen because i was becoming involved with someone else, he got angry and left. after that, he pushed me away, refused to respond to my messages, didn’t want to see me to try to talk about what happened. you’re right i didn’t know him, i didn’t know what that was a sign of, didn’t handle it correctly. but i tried as best i could to be there for him. he didn’t want me to be. he told me to leave him be. and i’ve tried that too, but i still think about him all the time.
i don’t know man, i’m really trying to figure out how i should feel about you. i know you hated to see him hurtin, but what? you thought i was the source of all his pain? thought you’d make him better if you made me feel like shit? thought you knew what happened between us? i know i lost something valuable. he saved my life. and i’m forever grateful for that. and thanks to you, i’ve spent part of the past five-six months wondering if he’s been sending me the vile, degrading, traumatizing shit that you’ve been sending me. who else was it supposed to be? who was i supposed to believe would take the time and have such personal information about me?
1984-12-01 phish at nectar's, burlington, vt -
scarlet> double fire… jimi’s and on the mountain. super sweet covers
when i am listenin to live music (like not in the concert setting, i mean at home jammin and going about my life), my internal, psychic world is, i am sure, about 30% (minimum) deadicated to imagining/ transcending time and space to the actual moment of the show i am listening to and developing the stories of those moments into narratives, to the pt they feel like actual experiences (this is called imagination, or lucid dreams maybe, who knows, just tapping into that good ole collective consciousness that’s a goddamn good storyteller)… and i just did that with this show. if i were in that audience, do ya know what woulda happened? hahaha cause i probably totally do
Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. — Rumi (via slychedelic)
God Body by Alma Patch
this is so gorgeous and i want to touch it (i am a tactile person)
(Source: biscodeja-vu, via tailspin)
wish i could look at mntn every day and say that
via Phish Couch tour “Mike and Page enjoying themselves while recording Junta at Euphoria Sound Studio”
but someone corrects, sayin
“That’s not enjoyment, this is mic technique. That’s a quick way of checking the distance from your mouth to the mic, roughly 6 inches depending on the sound you’re going for. Either way, it’s a great shot.”
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just in case any yall east coast adventurers are lookin for waves n a roadtrip
photo by Erica McDonald
You’ve called them a ‘magic band’. What’s the criterion?
David Crosby: Magic is doin’ it so well that you get up beyond mechanical levels. Magic is making people feel good and stuff. Magic is, if you are high on psychedelics, having a great big love beast crawl out of your amplifiers and eat the audience. I don’t know what it is man. Like, they’re magic. Something happens when the Dead gets on that don’t happen when Percy Faith gets it on.
Rolling Stone, July 23, 1970
they are magic man!