Jerry had one of the most beautiful minds I’ve ever known. He would make connections between disparate thoughts and make them fit in harmonious ways. And his music was a lot like that also. It was paradoxical. He had that shit-between-the-toes, barnyard, down-home funkiness, and at the same time he could play the farthest-out spacey shit. He was always a source of wonder. When he played, it would be this endless stream of glorious melody.
Phil Lesh (via fuckyesgratefuldead)

jerkstorecalling:

Happy 74th, Phil Lesh! Bring back the beard!

got-to-rise-above:

from Bon Appetit magazine this month

got-to-rise-above:

from Bon Appetit magazine this month

begonias0ntheshakedownstreet:

birdonaguitar:

Bob and Jerry

I cry about them every night.

yzerman:
deadhead87:

(~);3

deadhead87:

(~);3