It’s always like this on Palm Sunday. A bright spring day, and a sense of something imminent.
Without an overtly religious theme, the Jerry Garcia Band’s song (not the Grateful Dead as such), Palm Sunday, kind of sums it up. Beautiful.
Back in 1982 The Knife saw the Dead, with Garcia of course, in a fantastic concert marred only by the period for which I was asleep, flattened by the dope fumes from a surrounding mass of Austrian Deadheads. Still, quite a night.