When the inevitable question is posed: “What time period would you have liked to live in besides this one?” I have an answer, 1968-1977, the glorious years when the Grateful Dead were at their best. When I listen to that music—at night, alone, tucked into bed, my ears pressed into the headphones—I am transported to a world that I know I have already been and will one day arrive at again. The Grateful Dead are like my spiritual womb to which I am always trying to return.
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