An express route is right. Dangerous is right. But man what an untold rush.
I wrote up the dream btw, with the long lost archetypal friend who played me the other GD song you posted earlier somewhere. Haven't posted it yet. Maybe I should.
The Grateful Dead, like most everything else that I either like or believe in, are not for everyone.
However, between their incredible musicianship, Garcia's guitar playing and Robert Hunter's lyrics, well...
But the main thing that you can only get flashes of through the live recordings, that you really had to be there for, was the shared telepathic experience at the concerts.
Of course, there exists that underlying reality at any live performance, hence the charm of it, but as far as the Grateful Dead are concerned, it was a much more conscious, understood and expected experience for those in attendance.
It was 'church' for many who never were fortunate enough to have a similar experience in Church. Of course, having psychedelics as the 'sacrament' of choice certainly facilitated and enhanced the experience...
All in all, a splendid time was guaranteed for all, (except for a few here and there that were just too blocked to enter into the experience...)
As has been said, "To each, his own" or otherwise, "You're either on the bus or off the bus!"
"But the main thing that you can only get flashes of through the live recordings, that you really had to be there for, was the shared telepathic experience at the concerts."
We'd smoke/hang out and listen to The Doors or other stuff my late teen friends could get their hands on, and sit around and do exactly this; shared telepathic experience. But in the comfort of someone's backyard with the star-packed Southern sky as a backdrop rather than a concert.
'Telepathic messages from the universe, man.' :) I know what you mean.
My problem with Hendrix is I heard how he died before I ever heard his music, which tainted it.
The friends played Hendrix once in a while. I sat and smiled and felt the love until quarter to midnight.
Then went home to a cold church house under curfew where Wagner was the order of the day. And sought experience thereafter to try and be rid of the cold.
I'm grateful for the curfew's discipline... I suppose.
"Who can stop what must arrive now? Something new is waiting to be born..."
A precursor and harbinger of Something New:
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLztl_tG8ByCnLI29ICyNb8qfnoWqwWTpJ&feature=shared
The Yuga's pass by glacial slow and the effort to balance out one's Karma and get off the wheel of birth and death is long and frought with danger.
There is an express route that has been provided but narrow is the way and few there be that find it.
https://youtu.be/L70QAhTIJiY?feature=shared
An express route is right. Dangerous is right. But man what an untold rush.
I wrote up the dream btw, with the long lost archetypal friend who played me the other GD song you posted earlier somewhere. Haven't posted it yet. Maybe I should.
Some of these lyrics for a passer-by:
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You, who choose to lead, must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home
The Grateful Dead, like most everything else that I either like or believe in, are not for everyone.
However, between their incredible musicianship, Garcia's guitar playing and Robert Hunter's lyrics, well...
But the main thing that you can only get flashes of through the live recordings, that you really had to be there for, was the shared telepathic experience at the concerts.
Of course, there exists that underlying reality at any live performance, hence the charm of it, but as far as the Grateful Dead are concerned, it was a much more conscious, understood and expected experience for those in attendance.
It was 'church' for many who never were fortunate enough to have a similar experience in Church. Of course, having psychedelics as the 'sacrament' of choice certainly facilitated and enhanced the experience...
All in all, a splendid time was guaranteed for all, (except for a few here and there that were just too blocked to enter into the experience...)
As has been said, "To each, his own" or otherwise, "You're either on the bus or off the bus!"
https://youtu.be/8dTDxSO0KgA?feature=shared
"But the main thing that you can only get flashes of through the live recordings, that you really had to be there for, was the shared telepathic experience at the concerts."
We'd smoke/hang out and listen to The Doors or other stuff my late teen friends could get their hands on, and sit around and do exactly this; shared telepathic experience. But in the comfort of someone's backyard with the star-packed Southern sky as a backdrop rather than a concert.
'Telepathic messages from the universe, man.' :) I know what you mean.
Church left me cold.
Ah, but there's church and then there's Church...
But we don't need to go there, if you don't like. Suffice it to say, there still exists a 'remnant' where the Real Thing is still available...
That being said, to a certain extent, you have had to have had 'The Experience' in order to recognize it even there.
"Are you experienced? Well I am..."
https://youtu.be/rD6y7aOS0NA?feature=shared
"Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful."
My problem with Hendrix is I heard how he died before I ever heard his music, which tainted it.
The friends played Hendrix once in a while. I sat and smiled and felt the love until quarter to midnight.
Then went home to a cold church house under curfew where Wagner was the order of the day. And sought experience thereafter to try and be rid of the cold.
I'm grateful for the curfew's discipline... I suppose.
Unfortunately, a lot of rock n rollers lives ended badly. They were somewhat naive and careless I suppose.
Wagner, as in:
https://youtu.be/SQO7QIgNvA0?feature=shared
(The only thing that I really like by him.)