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.