God Bless You, Happy Leavell, Wherever You Are

by thoughtsonthedead

If the Dead had broken up February 15th, 1968, then they still would have played this still-astonishing chunk of music the night before, and therefore been in contention for the Best EVAR awards.

I have linked to it before, and it’s been officially released, and you’ve memorized every note: no matter; it still shines and rumbles like a chromed-out fuckdozer. Let this music make rough love to your ears, and face. They are out of tune, but so are you and no one calls you on it: Pig and Garcia and the ones they left behind to wander around.