The last time I saw the Grateful Dead, back in the Summer of 95, they closed with Not Fade Away. A few years later, at a show by one iteration of The Other Ones – including Phil and Bobby – they opened with Not Fade Away. Nothing had changed, except everything. So now nearly 14 years after that last Dead show, going to a Phil show (as I did last night) is like stepping into a beautiful little time capsule where the music never stops. The sounds continue their evolution, guided by sure and capable hands. That these tunes, Pied Piper-like, continue to lure in the young, that you can still poke around to find a little soul, means everything.