I went with some friends to Red Rocks Ampitheatre in Morrison, Colorado to see a Grateful dead concert. My friends were nuts about this band, and I was mildly curious. we secured some wine coolers and I watched a mellow audience of Deadheads and their bizarre yet friendly rituals. Hacky Sacks, Bad Trips, Good soapbubble trips, funky tyedie and everything in between! The concert was delayed because it started to rain. The band came out and played their weird music. I never really liked it and I was annoyed that a guy had cut in front of me on the rail. I was about to fight him, but i was so worked up that I feared a bad scene. Moving to the side, I began to mimic the dancing whirling dervishes. Soon, I became entranced with the dancing and forgot all about my anger problem. The energy was felt and was possessive. I had a darn good time overall, but I never turned into a DeadHead!