The Tom Constanten Chronicles, Part 2: The Master’s Bouquet.

Step back in time as Tom Constanten narrates a series of personal chronicles. Listen to firsthand accounts of life with Pigpen, musical breakthroughs, and unforgettable moments from the heart of the 60s music scene.

I was born on the Jersey Shore, but I grew up in southern Nevada. Las Vegas, to be specific.

Whenever the band played there, I invited them to join me and see my old haunts. Only one of them accepted my invitation: Bob Weir.

I drove us out to the Valley of Fire, my favorite place on the planet, where I went out with Bill Walker and friends in the mid-sixties and wandered out into the desert, fueled by, well… mescaline, psilocybin, LSD, STP, often overlapping. So Bob Weir accompanied me into the wilderness where we had our psychedelic parties.

“Mouse’s Tank,” the sign said at the parking lot. We walked a while into the desert. The red sandstone was an acoustic wonderland, so Bob took out his guitar and sang “The Master’s Bouquet” for an audience of one.

Beautiful flowers, that will never decay…