7-15-2019 Photos

Before the High

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The bands that were slated for Peach Festival 2019. This poster got me very excited, and all these familiar names are the reason for me going to the festival in the first place.

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Awesome mural in Morrison, CO (I think).

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Great view of Red Rocks from a nearby trail.

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Some cool wildflowers I saw on the trail. I've never seen anything like them.

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The view from up the mountain.

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Another flower

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A friend I made right before smoking. Definitely felt like a good sign, and the following high would end up being truly beautiful. I was holed up in this little roofed bench area while it randomly started pouring. The weather cleared up pretty quickly though. I was dancing around listening to music the whole time. 

After the High

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The views from the picnic area and from further down the hill. The top of a rainbow is barely visible.

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A wet trail that made a trippy pattern. Not sure what prompted me to take the picture. 

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The texture of these trees post-rain blew my mind. So amazing from a distance and up close. 

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My shadow looked dope af. I looked like such an adventurer. It made me feel great to take on that role for real and go on this crazy trip.

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Another amazing view.

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The orange color of the rocks in Colorado was so alien to me. I wanted to remember that and capture it somewhere.

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This trail and its surroundings just looked so cool. 

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Bunny!

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A really cool and very photogenic plant.

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Literally the only reason I took this picture was because the banana peel looked like a penis.

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I love that this is a real recurring thing. 

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A delicious dessert. I got Moo-llennium Crunch. 

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Lunch for the day. It was a burger on sliced bread, kinda weird but not bad. 

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I heard of this place called Be On Key Psychedelic Ripple from a fellow open mic-er in a show near Golden. He said this place is amazing, but he warned not to stay too late because the energy gets too weird and "dark." I decided to check it out. Just from the bus parked outside I knew I found the right place. 

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The posters and art on the walls were just incredible. I recognized so many things. Who knew that a place like this in this niche existed. 

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Vince Welnick, the pianist for the Grateful Dead in the 90s, left a note for somebody that was framed on the wall of this place. Another patron told me that Welnick was up for hire to do pretty much any sort of gig, but he came with a high cost. I just learned that he died in 2006, so R.I.P. 

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I was so absorbed in the decor of this place. There was just so much to take in.

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The pinball machines were a great touch.

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This mural was just spectacular. Perfectly captured the vibe of a Grateful-Dead-related concert. I can't even imagine what the original Dead shows were like.

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More cool decor, this one having a great font too.

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I found myself in this hallway with a blacklight illuminating the neon-painted walls, floor, and ceiling. At the end of the hallway was an unattended door. I decided to open it, and surprisingly it was unlocked. The next room was very big, with an antechamber that had an old sleeping bearded man on the floor. I walked past the smaller room and found this completely empty but absolutely wild music venue. The latest show must have been awesome judging by the setlist. 

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The last piece of decor I took a picture of that day. Another great capture of the Dead lot scene. Man, I miss going to shows. 

While there aren't any more pictures from this place that I took, I wanted to include a little bit about the smoking area out back. There was an outside area of the place where people were smoking weed and cigarettes. There was a mini bar out there too but no one was serving booze when I was there (I returned two other nights too). I met a guy out there named Peter who spent a lot of time in New York City. He was an artist who seemed to live very frugally, as he'd pick up used cigarette and joint butts to use in future joints of his own. There were other people there but most of them were too wasted to talk to. One girl had a giant bucket of weed that she was holding onto. The girl gave Peter as much weed as he wanted for a print of one of his artworks, and he and I were both dumbfounded. We both smoked that night and became acquaintances. I ended up running into him a week or so later on a crosswalk in Denver, which was a funny coincidence. 

The second time I went to Be On Key, I attended the open mic they had every Tuesday (it might have been another day of the week). The owner assembled a band for me and we played a bunch of songs, from Whipping Post to Eyes of the World to Easy Wind. It was the first time I'd played guitar and sang with a live band, and it was a surreal and awesome experience that I'll never forget. 

Peter told me the night before that all they played here was Grateful Dead. "They love the Dead," he said, but he wasn't really into it. I, for one, was thoroughly in love with the place. I will agree that it is kind of gross though, and I overstayed my visits into the weird and dark parts of the night, but I think it was way worth it. 

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