As Bob Weir sang on "Saint Of Circumstance," I'm still walking, so I'm sure I can dance.
And because of that, I don't need no stinking anti-depressants. Just give me an annual dose of Yonder Mountain String Band and I'll be fine. Their 4-20 show at the Midtown was stunningly, jaw-droppingly high energy! All I need now are throat lozenges from yelling so hard after almost every song they played. I haven't enjoyed a live concert this much since Jerry died, and my mind is once again ecstatically blown!
After our cold and cloudy start to spring, I really needed that dose of medicinal rockgrass!
Thanks, Yonder dudes!