Tour from 91-95 at times seemed like collective 'group-therapy' for those who were fortunate or unfortunate enough to see what was happening to the deterioration of the x-factor that was so prevalent on boot-legs from 70,73,77,85,90 etc..
While all of this is subjective, what I believe now more than ever was that I was dying to get a piece of the sense of history that the boys had so impeccably managed to sustain a piece off since the days of the Gathering of the Tribes in Golden Gate Park in the Summer of 1967.
while the Stones etc. all came from the same era, there is, and exists something fundamentally different which emanated in sound and spirit of the S.F. Haight-Ashbury aesthetic than anything else that came from that era.
While numerous tomes of meticulously conducted research exist on the after mentioned subjects,
it is safe to say that last nights performance truly breached the group consciousness into that other realm of eternal being; unknowing formlessness, the eye of creation birthing the ingredients of reality in a formless cacophony of the sacred and the profane, the eternal forms of Apollo and Dionysus perpetually intertwined in a dance of life and death: The X-Factor incarnate, with (as was stated in Furthur Forums) w/ Coltrane himself (in spirit) paying visit and nodding in approval.
I do not know what will hold forth for the legacy of the psychedelic rock movement (which shall forever have it home in the San Fransisco of the 1960's), all I know is that the legacy of community and improvisation are alive and well in the current and the forthcoming ranks of the Grateful Dead family.
Branford playing on stage reminded of me of a calling I was blessed enough to realize and accept at the blissful age of 16: Jazz to me is the savior of the nations soul, as its conception in Congo Square in New Orleans can have no more bearing an integral aspect of the nations soul than any other. It is our contribution to the canon of Western Civilization, and a mighty blow indeed to the incarnations of malaise and frivolity that seep into the marrow of a country's soul every now and then (between epochs of history and time); as Joseph Campbell said, the Grateful Dead are the antidote to the atomic bomb.
Kesey, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Coltrane, Hunter Thompson, Garcia, these are my heroes, my sacred totems of perpetual inspiration and fire, and I am fortunate to be a part of this community that has saved my soul more times than I care to remember.
What an epic night of music, family and all that is right with living one's life in the eye of the storm of history and time eternal...Blessings family, and thank you Phil, Bobby and co. for facilitating the love of life my parents instilled in me as a child, and now as a man, if I never get the chance to see Furthur live again, I will always have become a better person, with a calling and someone to love...all of you.