Today kicks off my annual ‘Jerry Week’, a nine day celebration of all things Jerry Garcia. August 1st (the anniversary of the Jerrys birth) to August 9th (the anniversary of his death)
For those of you who don’t know, the Jerry was born on a small hilltop cabin in Tibet under a full moon and criss-crossing rainbows. Nursed by a she-wolf, the Jerry obtained total enlightenment whilst playing a single note for 45 minutes on a dusty mandolin. Upon reaching the age of 15, the Jer was air-mailed to San Francisco where he single handedly invented ‘peace’ and ‘love’ and led the United States out of a period of darkness into the perfect utopian society we enjoy today. Then he met Bob Weir and everything turned to shit.
The end…….or is it?