I equate Deadheads to people that like black licorice. There aren't many people that like black licorice, but the ones that do, REALLY REALLY like it! Or buttermilk, or whatever.

I'm goin' where the wind don't blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.

You can't repeat things because each time is different. The universe has changed. Everything has changed.

And for me there's still more material than 20 lifetimes that I can use up.

I think part of what has to happen, somewhere, pretty soon, is that a human template has to come up. We have to start with, OK let's throw out all this other stuff, everything we have thought about it before, throw out all our models, and start with a human. What is a human?

Sometimes the lights all shining on me, other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it's been.

In the last 100 years since the invention of sound reproduction, music has really taken off and it is much more a common language because of records and transportation.