The Definition of Love: Dead & Company's 2017 Tour
Everyone remembers their first. It seems like only yesterday, because I remember it so well. My connection to the Grateful Dead came of the non-traditional manner. I was surely aware of them during my high-school days, but for whatever reason I spent most of my time deep in drug abuse, searching for anything that might circumvent the hole in my heart. I fell deep into bands like Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, but I tasted barely a hint of the Grateful Dead. A few years after high school and the subsequent debacle that followed, I found myself sitting outside during a damp and dreary winter day in Newport Beach, California. I was sitting anxiously on the abrasive cement fence, wondering why I was still alive? I was back in rehab again. Just a month before that I was betting frivolously at a roulette table, in God only knows what casino, somewhere amongst the wretched Las Vegas strip. I woke up one morning and realized I had to get out of there. I had a definite drinking...