Good morning, Tuesday. I hope you all had a blissful weekend. We had the best time with our dear friends up in Mass and Khan not only got to herd goats, but also swim in a beautiful pool as well as learn to boogie board. I didn't realize how in need I was of some good friends, laughs, and a good amount of rose. There's really no substitute for any of those things. Reminiscing about a past life well lived in the heady, early days of my time in New York is always fun.
And as Summer begins, I can't help but think about another big part of my youth, and that is- The Grateful Dead. Say what you will, but many of you know (and I've spoken about it before), that I remain a humble fan and always will. Even though I have succumbed to corporate life and the machine, my heart loves the time I spent going to Dead shows way back when.
They really were the architects of some serious revolutionary shenanigans- the first social media, the first hipster flea, a forerunner who set the tone for all of the Coachellas and Bonaroos and just about every other music festival where people don a floppy hat and beads (yes, Woodstock too duh). It just so happens that every time the sun starts to shine a little hotter, my Spotify is suddenly deluged with the Dead. It's just how I roll.
If you look at all of these fab photos of people dancing, you'll see why. I mean doesn't Summer make you want to spin a jasmine and patchouli scented circle too? Don't you want rings on your fingers and bells on your shoes? And maybe I'm not going to go to the big shows in Chicago on July 4th, but that's because I want to remember the Dead the way I want to. And these pictures help the cause. All you needed was an Indian dress, a Sierra Nevada, a burrito, a smile, and really whatever else you needed to go to there. Wherever your there was. And I was there many times.
Summer is simply a dancing hippie vibe well served. In the winter I go back to my jagged, minimalist self, but in Summer- Jerrrrryyyyyy.
Cause that's what's up this China Cat Sunflower of a Tuesday in the 212. I may you may not be down with some Dead, but I'm so glad I got to experience them when I did. Yours, in not overdoing the patchouli but still playing in the band. Walking in the sunshine. XO