A reinitiation into the aimless babe in the woods wanderings of Grady Avenue.
2011-2012 New Years Show: OKAY!
You know, watching it on a screen 2 weeks later is not quite the same. But at MSG, could I have spent the evening nakedly frying eggs between sets? Most likely not.
No one does it like Phish. Seriously. The Dead may be more soulful, less produced (pre-1980 anyway), crunchier. But come on people, fucking NO ONE does this shit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51LeCswsTMw&feature=fvst
If you can't dig the whole thing (though I recommend you do), check out 5:00 for a bit, 11:00 for a bit, and 17:30 on.
What I thought?
I, once again, do feel directionless. When I get this way, I shut down for a minute, then LATCH onto something to give myself purpose. Like writing? Writing is great, I love it. But is that IT? I am goalless today. I want to just BE--to get out of school, never work, miraculously have just enough money to do anything I want, and travel the world!
And it feels like I am picking up right where I left off.
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