61.7 percent


Last night, I felt 61.7 percent younger than I did the night before.

Why, you ask?

Phil. And friends.

Last night, we went to see Phil Lesh and The Allman Brothers at Merriweather.

In case you were wondering (and I know you were) Phil’s set list was:

New Speedway Boogie
Greatest Story Ever Told
Althea
Till The Morning Comes
Shaken
St. Stephen
The Eleven
Eyes of The World
Cassidy
The Other One
Throwing Stones
Sugaree

Some of my favorites. Teresa Williams sang on many of the songs. Jackie Greene, a young whippersnapper with huge eyebrows and a fedora hat played guitar, keyboards and sang. Both were terrific.

Note: my spell check actually corrected my spelling of whippersnapper. That cracks me up.

But I digress.

At the show, we saw so many old friends. Mookie, I’ve known since I was in first grade. (He once said I played him the first Dead song he ever heard. The reason this is particularly memorable to me is that he is a professional musician who has played with some pretty great bands – including Phil Lesh and RatDog. Hey, he even shows up in a Wikipedia search!) Mitchell, since junior high. (He played me the first Dead song I ever heard and I saw my first show with him.) And lots of others friends that I’ve known since high school. And some great, new friends that I know from living around here now.

And the music.

The music takes me back. I lose myself in it, feel open and happy and relaxed. Or at least I think I’m relaxed until I see the people dancing and flying and spinning and twirling and realize that THAT is what relaxed and uninhibited looks like. But for me, relaxed enough.

And definitely happy.

And feeling 18 again.

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4 thoughts on “61.7 percent

  1. I knew I loved you. a Dead head? Who else would put up a set list the next morning?

    Phil is always fun.

    Hey, my kids love the Dead now. even went to the Dark Star Orchestra show with their dad last year and loved it.

    Nothing like breaking out of the box and jumping back into the past. Who says you can’t go home again?

  2. I to was happy and relaxed, uninhibited too!
    I was dancing and flying and spinning and twirling!
    OY!
    I became so nauseated, I had an asthma attack,
    couldn’t find my inhaler, my Sciatica!
    I had a great time!
    Good to see you and Mr. Rocktober.

  3. WOOPS!
    I too was happy and relaxed, uninhibited too!
    I was dancing and flying and spinning and twirling!
    OY!
    I became so nauseated, I had an asthma attack,
    couldn’t find my inhaler, my Sciatica!
    I had a great time!
    Good to see you and Mr. Rocktober.

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