Walk: High-Tech Nails
Distance: 8 blocks
Now that Melissa and Tony have won Season 14 of DWTS
and I've seen the good movies in town (some twice)
Argo (2), Searching for Sugar Man (2), Lincoln, Skyfall, A Royal Affair, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Sessions, etc...
the next trick for skirting around my mismatch with this stretch of the calendar will be
Bob Weir, Phil Lesh and many others together at Phil's Terrapin Crossroads Gala tomorrow night.
Kind of an ordeal for CIWT to go to these things, but, for old Grateful Dead's sake, I'd really like to see these two founding members together in a small, intimate venue. These were the types of venues where The Dead began their 'long, strange trip' in the 1960's. Long, strange and I might add indescribable. A journalist recently tried for a description in The New Yorker of all magazines and came close in parts - the parts that related to his personal memories of listening to concert tapes while he was in college. But, overall, especially at the end of the long article where he attempts to capture Phil, Bob, Furthur, the soul of The Dead's journey into the future, he is tone deaf at best and sensationalizing, shtick-seeking journalist at worst. I doubt even The Dead understand themselves or care to; never have, don't try. They just keep searching for the sound and Heads keep showing up and history keeps forming.