Day And Night by Phil Cummings

Day And Night

Watching Jerry Garcia play on acid makes you certain that he’s on acid too. It was far out to get so close to him when I was this wasted. I just watched his fingers move in sync to the sound his guitar was making. His motion and the sound were one unified gigantic thing, a living behemoth of melodious but free sounds taking your mind up and down and through the eyes of needles, then down into the Grand Canyon, walls a million miles apart, then, in an instant, flying or burrowing through a long tunnel carved into hard red rock by a race of giant worms unknown to paleontology.