In a world filled with needless killing, global disruption, greedy billionaires, and micro-influencers spewing hate-filled comments without knowledge or qualifications, the only thing that makes sense anymore is to play more Grateful Dead and drown out the noise.
Whether you’re in the United States, the Middle East, or Eastern Europe, selfish and corrupt leaders are taking control of land and people—lining their pockets and chasing legacies without ever asking if they’re worth being proud of. Growing up, right and wrong were black and white, but now it seems the world lives in the greyest of eras.
When the world news hurts your mind and soul, turn it off and play more Dead.
The Western world defines success through careers and how much money we can stack. The capitalistic indoctrination of our children starts in the womb and builds through a 24-hour cycle of ads targeting the softest parts of their brains and souls. Do you want to feel happy and be successful? Earn, earn, earn. Buy, buy, buy!
A child’s life could be much simpler if we turned off the screens and played them more Dead.
The decline of the nuclear family has been steady for the last fifty years, and the extended family is almost non-existent in the American upbringing. Fifty-hour work weeks, constant running around, and social media fatigue have all chipped away at the village that once raised our children. Our bubbles have grown smaller and lonelier, and all we have to show for it is our rotting mental health.
Imagine a world where people rallied behind music, art, family, and eternal love. Why can’t we just play more Dead?!
The search for our “forever person” has become a never-ending chase divided by class, beauty, politics, and money—only for us to realize that all of it is bullshit. We lose the ones we could have connected with forever, but only realize it after it’s too late. Love is real, but mostly isolated and relegated to the milder moments of our lives.
Beauty goes deeper than skin; it lives in our humor, integrity, and intellect. Love is in all of us—we just have to stop letting social media, the 24-hour news cycle, and political talking points drive us apart. Just play more Dead, and dance the blues away.
Our muses come in every shape and size. They change when we need them to, but they’re always there if we listen. You can find me buried in the words flooding from my psyche, securely planted on two wheels, Always riding—Often alone—and playing more Dead.
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