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My pal Jesse Jarnow invited me to drop some words on the Grateful Dead podcast he has been cranking out this month. A fellow Psychedelic Sangha-bro, Jesse is also an WFMU jock and the author of the fab psychedelic history Heads. On the Deadcast, he and co-host Rich Mahan have been picking through the classic Dead albums Workingman’s Dead and American Beauty song-by-song. I spoke about “Attics of My Life,” which is about as close the astral pranksters ever got to a genuinely nourishing mystical hymn, which maybe you could use right about now:

Fortuitously, the “Attics” episode, which also features Bob Weir, Steve Silberman, and Ira Kaplan, drifts into a fascinating discussion of David Crosby’s solo masterpiece If I Could Only Remember My Name (1971). This gave me the much-appreciated opportunity to gush over the song “Laughing,” a gorgeous high-watermark of hippie mysterioso I will love to the grave.