I started paying attention to the fashion that surrounded me.
What could be further from an NBA game than this ubiquitous blend of bluegrass and rock and funk? But what I didn’t expect, with the draft and free agency behind me, was to think about my day job of covering basketball. When I caught up with Basketball Hall of Fame big man Bill Walton, who was at the concert in Queens as well, he referred to it as the night that “Mayer turned into Michael Jordan.” But I didn’t hesitate at all when one of my friends from college asked me if I wanted to head out to Citi Field for the final show of Dead & Company’s recent tour with John Mayer. Most of the Deadheads are here because for them, in a way, this is home. I put on another big goofy grin with raised, knowing eyebrows whenever I can look at my friends and sing along to whatever lyric I recognize simply because I recall it from when I heard it for the first time when the song began half an hour prior. I wish I was a headlight on a northbound train.
Now that I’ve heard them sing it, you know what? This psychedelic cowboy music kind of rocks. There are so many things to look at around me right now, and the music is getting louder.
If you get confused, listen to the music play. But in the stifling heat, I’m trying to absorb as much chaos as possible, and the lyrics are swimming around my brain. This is my second Grateful Dead concert, so I sort of know what to expect.
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