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.