Dead Heart
Neon Soul
It took 42 years of jamming before it all clicked at a Dead show.Every step, note, and past self snapped into place and a new person was born from love.A dancer who burns calories like incense and turns each set into a marathon of joy.
At least I'm enjoying the ride.
Don’t dance to steal the spotlight.Dance to be the disco ball.Catch the light, spin it around, and throw it back so everyone can feel a piece of the love.Every show, every step, and every breath are all part of the same race.A long and beautiful marathon of staying lit from the inside out.You don’t need a stage.You don’t need permission.Just step in, reflect the love and dance.