"The Days Between?" I was in the hall of the Oakland Colliseum, dancing in front of the speakers the dead always set up for dancers and parents, and those who wanted a time out. This song came on, and Jerry's voice, was poignant. I was spellbound. Perhaps this is simplistic but I've always thought Hunter's lyrics were chonicling their long strange trip, a trip that was or became ours.
"The Days Between?" I was in the hall of the Oakland Colliseum, dancing in front of the speakers the dead always set up for dancers and parents, and those who wanted a time out. This song came on, and Jerry's voice, was poignant. I was spellbound. Perhaps this is simplistic but I've always thought Hunter's lyrics were chonicling their long strange trip, a trip that was or became ours.