I guess it’s now. Something inside of me used to wonder what it would’ve been like to see him. But these days I don’t even wish for it. The perfect nature of it all. 30 years. One week. How isn’t magic real? So many roads. The space and time flows together, there’s not much else. We can try. We do. A life that impacted millions. Art that will last eternity. These are not songs. These are hymns. Where were you? Discovery can always happen. It’s always there. Enjoy the road. But not too much. But just enough. Just enough. Just enough. Smile and say hi. Be polite. Think about Frankenstein. Wander around. Look at trees. Embrace clichés. I was on a mountain and I felt like I was flying. When’s the last time you paused? Honor the moment. So many roads. So many roads. A bird is chirping over there. Life is before you. Life is inside of you. Life is behind you. What is your legacy? What’s mine? Who cares? Wave at your neighbors. Talk to strangers. Know what you don’t know. Ask questions. Don’t be mad at the humidity. Everything doesn’t hurt too much. The pain gives strength. Lessons and dreams. What’s worse? Dissolve. Skeletons. Skulls. Roses. Mercy. There are days. Things don’t turn out how you think they will. That’s okay though. Remember that it’s all okay, it’s all okay, it’s all okay. So many roads. RIP.
Every time I see Jerry's smile in one of the YouTube videos I love so much of both the Dead and especially his own band, it fixes a bad day. I read somewhere, by one of his solo band members that had said "when Jerry smiles at you during a gig, when you've done something new he likes, you feel like 'Man, I've made it. This is the top of Everest right here. I can do no more better than this.'"
That's a paraphrase, but that's how I feel even when listening to the man. Thank you. I wish I had seen him too. I could have. Had many opportunities, but always told myself...I'll catch him the next time.