Trevor La Due

“In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it.” -George Orwell, 1984.

Ooh, now you're letting go 🌕 As our Artemis II astronauts prepare to leave the lunar sphere of influence and return to Earth's gravitational pull, they listened to "Tokyo Drifting," by Denzel Curry and Glass Animals, as their wakeup song.

"The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command." ― George Orwell, 1984

As tens of thousands across America protest the violence that ICE sows with impunity, federal agents shot and killed another person in Minneapolis today.

ICE terrorizes our cities. ICE puts us all in danger. Abolish ICE.

@JDVance You’re a subhuman sack of shit.

In the darkest hour of my life, when everything felt stripped of color and consequence, the Grateful Dead found me. I didn’t go looking for them. I wasn’t searching for enlightenment or salvation. I was just trying to get through the days without feeling the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. Life had narrowed into something small and joyless, a routine of endurance rather than living. And then, almost by accident, I heard them, not as background music, but as an invitation. The Grateful Dead didn’t offer easy answers or tidy resolutions. What they offered was permission. Permission to feel everything at once, grief and gratitude, longing and laughter, confusion and wonder. Their music wandered the way I felt inside, unpolished, exploratory, unafraid of getting lost. In those long, meandering jams, I realized that being lost wasn’t a failure. Sometimes it was the point. There was something deeply human in the way they played. Notes bent and frayed, songs dissolved and reassembled themselves, mistakes became moments of grace. It reminded me that life didn’t need to be perfect to be meaningful. It just needed to be honest. When Jerry sang about broken dreams and strange highways, it felt less like a performance and more like someone sitting beside me, saying, I’ve been here too. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the world began to open back up. Their songs taught me to listen again, to sunsets, to strangers, to the quiet hope hiding inside even the hardest days. Beauty, I learned, isn’t always loud or triumphant. Sometimes it’s subtle, fleeting, and fragile, like a melody that only exists once and is never played the same way again. The Grateful Dead showed me that life is less about control and more about surrendering to the flow. You don’t dominate the current. You ride it. You trust that even when the path bends unexpectedly, it’s still taking you somewhere worth going. That realization didn’t fix everything, but it gave me something better, perspective. In my darkest hour, they didn’t pull me out of the darkness. They taught me how to see in it. They showed me that joy can coexist with pain, that meaning can be found in the mess, and that there is profound beauty in simply being here, still listening, still moving forward. Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right. Thank you for everything, Bob.

Tonight we will shine in tie-dye to honor the life and legacy of Bob Weir @GratefulDead

Ameen.

Universal child care is coming to New York.

@WhiteHouse this video is evil and disgusting. Do not ever involve me or my music to benefit your inhumane agenda.

Honestly amazing how every illegal immigrant is simultaneously a destitute ward of the state AND fully approved for 30 year mortgages and soaking up all the quarter million dollar housing stock.

RIP human too 2022-2025

i love the 1975 but after seeing them live i love the 1975

In a city of world-class artists and production crew hunting for the next gig, Andrew Cuomo made a TV ad the same way he wrote his housing policy: with AI. Then again, maybe a fake Cuomo is better than the real one?

I can do this all day

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