a long strange trip

The first time I saw Bob Weir play was around 29 years ago, at the Alexandra Palace, though I was, God knows, in no condition to trust the evidence of my eyes at the time or for about eight hours afterwards. And in about an hour, I’m off with my daughter to see him again, in Milton Keynes, in a place so small that row 8 is the back row. We shall be Very Good. I hope that he is too.