Astrovelo

I was a poor graduate student. One of the best bands ever came to town in Winter of 1994. Didn’t have money to buy any more concert tickets as I had already attended two Pink Floyd and two Hindustani Classical concerts earlier that year. Decided to give up on the opportunity to see and hear Jerry Garcia and the gang live. Later in the Summer of 1995, Jerry Garcia died. There will be no more live Grateful Dead concerts. Missed the only chance I had to see one of my most favorite bands perform live. Will I ever forgive myself?

Ripple

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near, as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re better left unsung I don’t know, don’t really care Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of man

There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go, no one may follow That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall, you fall alone If you should stand, then who’s to guide you? If I knew the way, I would take you home