We would get goosebumps when promoter extraordinaire Bill Graham with his basso profundo voice would say, “ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome The Grateful Dead “.
Even without hallucinogenics, the Brotherhood of Lights psychedelic shows combined with the sound barrier breaking heavy rock, would transport us into another dimension, especially in a very small venue like Winterland.
Since we were always packing 4 joints and a pint bottle of Hiram Walker 10 High Whiskey, Sandy and I obediently followed Sly Stone’s instructions of “getting higher and higher.”
Sometimes, we got so wasted that we would be awakened by the cleanup crew with the entire auditorium emptied and Sandy would get chewed-out by her dad the next day for arriving 3 hours after curfew.
So much for following Sly’s rules………..
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!