Am I a deadhead? Am I a tripper? Am I a stoner?

Hell no!

Then why does the Grateful Dead do what it does to me?

As a little kid of barely 18, I was a regular of Bangalore's most beautiful, rustic establishments - Pecos. I remember all those Saturday nights, where nothing mattered but just getting your 1 sq foot to stand around with your beer. And meeting the 'regulars'.

As one walks into Pecos, a bearded old man's caricature and posters adorn the walls. His name is Jerry Garcia.

And that sound. The music. The din. The whole tapes that Elango would play instead of single requests by musically ignorant idiots.

And the Grateful Dead.
Pecos is probably the ONLY place in Bangalore that will play the Dead on a daily basis.

Jerry Garcia is the reason I have a beard. And I dont think ill ever take my beard off.

And Pecos is the reason I discovered the sound of the Grateful Dead.
Thank you for enriching my life.

A perfect memory

Its a song that I wrote about a wonderful woman that I met. Im glad I spent a very short time with her, cuz if I had spent any more time, it would have been hard to leave her behind.

Its called a Perfect Memory. I shall actually create the song, sing it and upload the mp3 someday, when I feel like. Not anytime soon tho. I have too many things to do now. And more importantly, i need inspiration!!

A beautiful meeting between perfect strangers,
Felt like a divine sleight of hand,
No purpose, no agenda,
Just an unknown mysterious reason.

Thinking about it afterwards,
Completely weird, but somehow compelling,
The memory doesn't seem to leave me easily,
Almost like a piece that i must have now.

I never thought too much of you,
Stereotyped you into a type,
But the more you let your light shine through,
I was blinded and humbled.

I apologize for the facade that i put up,
All i wanted to do was know you better,
I guess i lost out that day,
I wish i could have a piece of that memory.

Never expected you to be so wonderful,
Never expected me to actually take a liking,
But hey - i wish i could have another piece of that time,
Bring it from memory into reality.

A million times i wanted to reach out,
And get to know you better,
But maybe you were just consigned,
To being a perfect memory.