#morrow!

Grateful Dead - Sugar Magnolia

Going off Mike's request for the five albums that most vividly evoke a specific time of our lives, I'm going to (of course, I'm a rule breaker) do more than five and do them separately and inundate you with them all day because it's too cold to go outside. So here's the first (and i'm going to tag them all morrowalbums).

American Beauty (and nearly every other Grateful Dead album) is this: late 70s, high school, a few years spent thinking I was born too late and I should have been a teenage hippie in the 60s, not the 70s. So much pot and so much acid and oh my god the mescaline, how I loved the mescaline. Tripping balls at Dead shows, seeing them five or six nights in a row and I'd always groove to the music along with everyone else but as soon as they broke out into Morning Dew, you knew there was a 700 minute space jam coming and there wasn’t enough acid in the world to keep me from falling asleep during those jams.