After teaching my morning classes I walked up to the farmers market. From a distance, the buskers drew me in. Jazz, folk and rap all mixed together, keeping the blues away.
A couple of licks sounded so familiar my bones started moving before I identified the Grateful Dead song, Bertha. I let my bones do what they do, like they did decades ago when I was a deadhead and played this very tune in a dead cover band. Time stood still as I connected with the band and the audience, all as one family.
Can you relate to the Grateful Dead? What music makes time stop for you? Ki to Happiness sings” I have to move…really have to move…”