Tag: Las Vegas

  • Untangling the Knot of Desire

    Untangling the Knot of Desire

    The past few days, I’ve felt my words ripple outward, landing softly in places I hadn’t expected. It reminds me how much of writing is a conversation with life itself—sometimes whispered, sometimes thundered, always carrying echoes we don’t fully hear until another heart reflects them back.

    Yesterday, while speaking with a dear friend, I promised to put language around a concept my son Sid once breathed into being for me: the conflict of desire. This morning, her birthday message—gentle, luminous—was the spark that reminded me to keep that promise, and so here I am, writing into the heart of it.

    For years I’ve circled around the question: what do I want? And almost immediately, before the answer even has time to rise, the other voices crowd in: what do I think I should do, what would be best for my kids, what would make the most sense for my future. It’s like standing in the middle of a crossroads where every signpost has my handwriting on it, but each one points in a different direction.

    For me, this often shows up in geography. Half of my kids are here in California, half in British Columbia. My heart splits across borders. I think about my daughter Eden—one day she’ll get married, she’ll have children—and part of me aches at the idea of not being close enough to witness those moments. Then I look north toward my son Cedar and my granddaughter Cypress, and I feel the sting of distance again, only getting to hold her a few times a year.

    Desire pulls me in opposite directions, and up I end up scattered like sunshine through too many windows—luminous, yet unfocused.

    But here’s my truth: clarity doesn’t come from trying to please every “should” or chase every tug of your heart. It comes from peeling back those layers until you can see the highest path—the one that belongs to this season of your life.

    “The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” — Carl Jung

    Conflict of desire isn’t something to “solve” once and for all. It’s part of being human. But staying caught in the swirl—trying to hold onto everything at once—only creates exhaustion. What helps is having a ritual of reflection. A way to strip away the noise and hear the deeper truth.

    The dreams you carry in youth are not meant to be abandoned—live them fully, so the person you one day become can look back with gratitude, not longing…

    Here are some questions I return to when I’m tangled up inside:

    If no one else’s needs or opinions mattered for a moment—what would I choose today? What desire feels rooted in love and expansion, and which feels rooted in fear or obligation? Which choice, when I imagine living it fully, brings me energy rather than draining it? What story am I telling myself about what I “should” want—and is it actually true? If I were looking back from my 80-year-old self, which path would I thank myself for taking now? Where do I feel the tug of excitement and fear at once—that’s often the edge of growth. What vision feels most aligned with the person I’m becoming—not just the person I’ve been?

    You don’t need to rush through them. Take a pen, let yourself write freely, and then circle the answers that repeat themselves in different ways. That repetition is usually where clarity starts to shine through.

    “You are always one decision away from a totally different life.” — Unknown

    I’ve found that sometimes the clarity that emerges isn’t about geography or circumstance—it’s about freedom. For me, it means accepting that right now, California is my home base, but committing to building a life where travel and flexibility let me see my loved ones more often. A vision that lets me grow where I am, while still honoring the pull of my heart northward.

    And here’s the most important part: you don’t need to announce your clarity to the world the moment it arrives. Sometimes, sharing your decision too soon gives you a little dopamine burst that tricks your brain into thinking you’ve already done something. Better to let it ripen quietly inside you, or share it only with the wise people in your life—the ones who can hold space while you step forward.

    “Clarity comes not from knowing the whole path, but from taking the next faithful step.” — Unknown

    So maybe today isn’t about solving the whole puzzle. Maybe it’s about asking the right questions, listening long enough to hear your truest answer, and letting that clarity rise slowly, like the sun.

    Sunrise through my window this morning…

    And tomorrow—we’ll go deeper. I’ll share a practical step-by-step tool, like a decision matrix or future-self lens, to sharpen that clarity into a vision you can act on.

    Tarot Card for Reflection

    Today’s card is the Two of Wands. You’re standing on the edge of possibility, holding the world in your hands. The horizon is wide open. Not every path can be taken, but choosing one boldly is what creates momentum.

    If it feels right to share, please tell me—of the seven questions above, which one tugged at you the hardest?

    May you conquer your personal conflict of desire, develop both your intention and vision for your life. And, despite the little wisps of fear floating through the ether of your mind, may you live your wildest dreams.

    From my heart to yours,

    Joy

  • The Spirit of Grateful Drag Shines at Sphere During Dead & Co

    The Spirit of Grateful Drag Shines at Sphere During Dead & Co

    “Sometimes we live no particular way but our own.” – Grateful Dead

    Last year in 2024, I began my Dead and Co. Sphere run. Here I am again, doing it all over, dancing through the weekends, camera in hand, eyes wide open waiting to capture moments of pure unadulterated bliss. This isn’t just a concert series. It’s a living, breathing rhythm that pulses through every fiber of the scene. Last night, amid the sea of kaleidoscopic color and swirling sound, something truly beautiful happened.

    Grateful Drag didn’t take the stage—but they didn’t need to.

    Born of rebellion and reverence, BERTHA: Grateful Drag made their debut on April 29, 2023, in the heart of Tennessee—just weeks after legislation threatened to silence the art of drag. But instead of backing down, they rose in glitter and grace, turning their first performance into an act of joy-fueled defiance.

    It wasn’t just a show—it was a celebration of identity, community, and the enduring power of music to unite and uplift. That night, under the soft lights of Dee’s Country Cocktail Lounge, they didn’t just play Grateful Dead songs—they breathed life into them, raising over $4,000 for local LGBTQ+ organizations and igniting a movement that dances forward still.

    Last night at the Sphere, members of BERTHA: Grateful Drag shimmered through the crowd like celestial bodies in motion—graceful, glowing, grounded in something so powerful it could only be described as love. I spotted them weaving between heads and hugs, platforms planted firmly in the sacred dust of the GA floor. They were there with us, not above us. And that’s the magic.

    They weren’t performing—they were simply being. Being bold. Being beautiful. Being unapologetically themselves. And in doing so, they gave every single one of us permission to do the same.

    This is the part of my journey that’s always been about the people. I first started taking photos during the Sphere run last year, after a moment that changed everything. I looked up at Jay Blakesberg, one of the most iconic documentarians of Dead culture, and asked, “How does someone get to where you are?” That conversation planted a seed. Since then, my lens has become a way to remember the truth of who we are: wild, free, and deeply connected.

    But my focus was never the band. It was the bliss. The surrender. The swirling expressions of passion and presence on the faces around me. That’s the magic I chase. The magic I capture.

    Last night, that magic had a name: BERTHA: Grateful Drag.

    What makes Grateful Drag so powerful isn’t just their aesthetic—it’s their embodiment of creative freedom in a time when that freedom is under threat. With each glittering gesture and every layered harmony, they carve out space where being fully seen is not only allowed, but honored.

    Their presence is a protest expressed through celebration, a living invitation to imagine a more inclusive world. As conversations around trans and queer rights grow increasingly charged, Grateful Drag offers a reminder that self-expression is sacred. A reminder that art, when rooted in truth, can become a sanctuary for everyone who longs to belong.

    They tour the country not just playing music, but partnering with LGBTQ+ organizations, hiring local drag queens to emcee, and bringing communities together in beautiful, glitter-laced solidarity. Whether you’re a lifelong Deadhead or someone discovering these songs for the first time through a veil of lashes and lace, Grateful Drag welcomes you into the family.

    “You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t wanna know.”

    That line keeps playing in my head. Because you have to want to feel this. You have to let it in. And once you do, the euphoria is unmistakable.

    In a world that often feels too heavy, too fast, and too uncertain—this kind of radical authenticity is not just entertainment. It’s medicine. Medicine for the soul.

    This weekend, BERTHA: Grateful Drag is performing at Brooklyn Bowl, Las Vegas. Not just a show. A celebration. Doors open late, and if you’re lucky, the glitter will still be glowing by sunrise. Come feel it for yourself. Come let yourself be seen.

    “Without love in the dream, it’ll never come true.”

    From my heart to yours. Joy

    Grateful Drag – Live at Brooklyn Bowl Las Vegas

    Join Grateful Drag for two unforgettable late-night performances at Brooklyn Bowl Las Vegas on Friday, April 18, and Saturday, April 19, 2025. Doors open at 11:30 PM for both 18+ events. The venue is located at 3545 Las Vegas Blvd S, Suite 22, Las Vegas, NV 89109, within The LINQ Promenade. Tickets are available through Brooklyn Bowl’s official website, Ticketmaster, and AXS. Clark County residents who purchase tickets can enjoy free parking at any Caesars Self-Parking location by validating at the Brooklyn Bowl retail store. Please note that all tickets are standing room only, and a valid government-issued ID is required for entry.

    Stay connected with BERTHA: Grateful Drag—the world’s first all-drag Grateful Dead tribute band—by following them on their official social media channels. Explore their latest performances, tour dates, and behind-the-scenes content on Instagram at @gratefuldrag. Join their community on Facebook at facebook.com/gratefuldrag. For a list of their social media profiles and additional content, visit their Linktree: linktr.ee/gratefuldrag.

  • Finding Community Through Music: My Journey with Dead & Co.

    Finding Community Through Music: My Journey with Dead & Co.

    The First Spin

    My connection with the Grateful Dead began long ago, when I was shy teenage girl. My childhood bestie Lisa and her mama Michelle took me to my first show. I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know most of the songs. The air was hazy with smoke. The energy was thick, electric. And then—I saw the spinners.

    They moved like they were tethered to something cosmic. Eyes closed, arms open, twirling endlessly in devotion. I was spellbound. I remember thinking, how the fuck do they do that!?! I witnessed their freedom. It stirred something deep inside me I could not yet name.

    Sphere 2025

    The Summer That Shook Me

    Decades later, in the summer of 2024, I found myself attending most of Dead & Co’s residency shows at the Sphere in Las Vegas. I showed up searching for that same magic I glimpsed all those years ago. And while I found moments of it—flashes of awe, ecstasy, connection—there was also unexpected turbulence.

    Tensions surfaced within the community. Underneath the music and the movement, there were fractures. Conflict, judgment, and division felt deeply out of alignment with the spirit of the band. It was disorienting. I came seeking healing and wholeness, and instead I found myself navigating an undercurrent of discord.

    So I did what I could. I leaned in. I talked with people. I tried to bring forward a spirit of collaboration, care, and community. There were moments where it seemed to land. Moments where something softened. But it was a lot to hold—and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to return.

    Sphere 2024

    A Hesitant Return

    When the spring 2025 Sphere run was announced, my heart leapt—but then that old dread crept in. Could I do it again? Did I even want to?

    As the shows approached I was settled in Vegas, waiting. Watching. Hoping for a shift. But as conflict began to stir again in the lead-up to the first show, I made the decision to pull back.

    On Wednesday night, while the crew gathered to line up, I stayed home—sitting in the dark, meditating, reflecting. I wasn’t sure I wanted to face another season of emotional intensity. And then something unexpected happened. Lowell FaceTimed me from lineup. He’s been a grounding force in this community, though we’re very different people, we’ve found a powerful rhythm working together.

    That night, he thanked me for my continued commitment to fostering grateful community. He shared that he’d made an announcement honoring my intention. The lineup had gone smoothly. His call, his words, and his steady leadership meant the world to me.

    Lowell & Crew

    The Shift

    I still wasn’t certain when I woke up Thursday morning. But my good friend Gil’s voice echoed in my head—gentle, persistent, true. And by 10 a.m., I was back. I arrived in time to reconnect with my close crew. I hugged familiar faces. I settled into the space with presence before the show began that evening.

    Thursday night, the energy felt different—softer, more gracious. There was a sense of openness I hadn’t felt in a long time. My body began to relax into the music. The people around me were kind, grounded. Something was shifting.

    Reconnection

    Friday’s Reminder

    By the second night, I found myself in a familiar groove. The rhythm returned. The hugs came easier. The laughter felt real. But that night brought its own reckoning. Michelle, Lisa’s mama who took me to my first show, had a health scare. It shook us to the core.

    It reminded us how fragile life is. How quickly things can change. And how deeply we need each other when they do.

    Saturday: The Circle Closes

    And then came Saturday. That’s when my longtime friend Prism arrived.

    Prism was tall with long curly gray hair. He has the energy of a musical wizard. Prism brought a quiet magic with him. I had looked forward to introducing him to the community, but I was also a tad apprehensive. What unfolded moved me beyond words—he was welcomed instantly, fully, lovingly.

    Watching the people I’ve grown close to embrace him as an extension of me made something click. I realized in that moment: they see me. I belong.

    The show was vibrant, alive with connection. Calm yet electric. There were still a few bumps—unpredictable moments—but the energy held. We held. And I felt something I hadn’t dared to name before: peace.

    A Tribe, Found

    Back at the New Year’s show in Fort Lauderdale, Lisa told me, This is your tribe Jelibean (her endearing childhood nickname for me).

    I remember laughing, even resisting. I said more than once, “This is not my fucking tribe!”

    But this weekend? I felt it.

    By Saturday night, I looked around and knew in my bones—I am home.

    A Love Letter

    So here’s my love letter to this journey:

    To Dead & Co., for creating sonic medicine we can dissolve into.

    To the Sphere and staff for being a sacred container of light, sound, and rebirth.

    To Vibee for weaving the invisible threads that made it all possible.

    To the strangers who became friends.

    To those who spun like prayers.

    To those who stayed, who showed up, who softened.

    And to my crew. They held the line with strength and grace. Their quiet loyalty kept the wheels turning.

    From my heart to yours, thank you.

    Because in a world that often feels too fractured to bear, we need reminders of what’s still wholesome. We need music. We need meaning. We need moments like these.

    In community,

    Joy

  • Life Lessons from Deadheads: Embracing Community

    Life Lessons from Deadheads: Embracing Community

    Life Lessons from Deadheads: Embracing Community

    Happy Sunday. I hope you’ve found a few moments this week to breathe, laugh, and connect with the people who bring warmth to your life. Today, I want to share a story close to my heart. It is a journey that reminds me just how important our oldest friendships are. These are the bonds that have weathered the years and carried us through life’s highs and lows.

    Have you ever thought about the friends who have shaped your life? They are those rare people who know you better than you know yourself. They are the ones who’ve seen you at your best and your worst. They stay by your side, no matter the miles or years that come between you. If so, you know that there’s a special strength in these connections. It’s a quiet resilience that seems to carry you, even through life’s hardest chapters.

    Childhood Bonds: Friendship and Survival

    My lifelong bestie Lisa has been in my life since I was just a few months old. We grew up as neighbors in farmhouses nestled beside each other, isolated but never alone, because we had each other. Our early years were filled with laughter and adventure, yet they were also shadowed by hardship. Both of us experienced loss at a young age: Lisa lost her father, and I lost my little sister. We didn’t fully understand the sorrow. However, we felt its weight. It settled into our lives in ways we couldn’t yet express.

    For me, home wasn’t always a place of comfort. I grew up navigating the shadows of poverty, tension between my mother and my adopted father, and his ongoing abuse. But Lisa was there, a constant light, my safe harborto protect me from the storm. Together, we found a way to laugh and play, even when life felt heavy.

    As we grew, Lisa’s family moved to the city. I stayed in the countryside. We endearingly referred to ourselves as country mouse and city mouse. She would come up to the lake. We’d swim, sail, and escape into a world of freedom. I would visit her in the city. It was a place that was daunting but alive with vibrant energy. We became part of each other’s worlds, grounding our bond even as life carried us down different paths.

    Rediscovering Joy: A Summer in Vegas

    Lisa kept our bond strong through the years. She shared stories of her life and her adventures following the Grateful Dead. She found a profound sense of community there. She insisted that these were “my people” and that I needed to experience it myself. Her stories stayed with me, especially during those years when I was working hard, trying to rebuild after my divorce. I was focused on survival, and giving myself permission to have fun seemed impossible.

    But then, something shifted. I told one of my sons I was thinking of joining Lisa for a summer of Dead & Co. concerts at the Sphere in Vegas, and he quickly replied, “You don’t have time for that.” His words stung; they reflected how much I had forgotten to live for myself. Life is in session, I realized, and sometimes, we have to be bold enough to dive in. So, I made a decision that felt both freeing and intimidating—I went to Vegas.

    That summer became a new chapter for me. Lisa and I shared an Airbnb oasis, complete with a pool, hot tub, and endless laughter. Family members visited. Our kids came. Lisa’s mom, who had always been like a second mother to me, visited too. Friends from all walks of life joined us. Each day felt like a reunion, and each night a celebration. It wasn’t just about the concerts. It was a season of healing. It was about rediscovering joy. It was about reconnecting with the parts of myself I’d neglected.

    Navigating the Deadhead Community: Unwritten Rules and Revelations

    When people imagine Deadheads, they often think of open-hearted, accepting, jovial souls who embody love and peace. While that spirit is certainly alive in the Dead & Co. community, I quickly discovered a deeper layer—an unspoken social code, rules that newcomers aren’t always prepared for.

    Early on, I encountered a few long timers who were abrasive at best and disturbingly unkind at worst. It wasn’t what I expected, and for a moment, I questioned whether I belonged. But being the strong, independent woman I am, I wasn’t about to let a few rough encounters deter me. With support from Lisa and my new friends, we embarked on a quiet mission. To create peace within the “Rail Riders” group—those dedicated fans who claim the front row, eager to be close to the music. Becoming accepted within this circle was challenging, and there were moments I felt like walking away. But slowly, small breakthroughs happened: shared smiles, moments of understanding, gestures that built fragile bridges.

    As the music started each night, it was as if all the egos, conflicts, and tension dissolved. We moved together, swayed together, and lost ourselves in the rhythm. The shows reminded me that camaraderie and empathy aren’t just lofty ideals. They’re essential when people from all walks of life come together to celebrate something bigger than themselves. I realized the community wasn’t about perfection—it was about people, real and raw, navigating their own path to connection.

    Not a Deadhead, but Forever Changed

    Throughout the summer, people joked that I was the last person to know I’m a Deadhead. Even Lisa teased me, saying, “You’ve been to almost 30 Dead & Co. shows, but oh no you’re not a Deadhead.” I don’t feel the same drive to follow the band from city to city. I do however admire the devotion of the die hards. That level of intensity feels foreign to me. Yet, there were moments when I felt something in the music had touched me deeply. I feel the draw expanding within. Who knows, maybe I am a deadhead after all…

    One of those moments happened on July 11, when the moon was full. The real moon was projected on the screen, like it was hanging there just for us. Standing on the rail, I looked up. The band started playing Standing on the Moon, a poignant song that reflects on distance and perspective. Memories of my childhood flooded back. As a little girl, I would gaze at the moon whenever I felt overwhelmed, finding solace in its constant presence. There’s a story my mother tells of a night when I climbed a ladder with a butterfly net, convinced I could catch the moon. In my child’s eyes, it seemed so close, a comforting friend.

    I was down the rail from Lisa, but found my way to her. That night in Vegas, I stood beside her, and without any words, we both began to cry. It felt like we were grieving and celebrating all at once. Letting go of the past and embracing the beauty of the moment. In that life altering moment, I understood why people connect so deeply to this music. It’s not just about sound; it’s about the space it creates for shared healing, for unspoken connection.

    Taking the Inspiration Home

    When the summer ended, I was more exhausted than I’d anticipated. I felt soul-tired from the intensity. I stood at the front with over 20,000 people behind me. I felt the energy of the crowd and the pulse of the music. The vibration ran through me. It was a profound experience, one I couldn’t walk away from unchanged. Reconnecting with Lisa, sharing those moments, and watching her build a beautiful life and relationship was transformative. Her friends became mine, and the bonds we created were gifts I’ll carry in my heart forever.

    Since then, I’ve continued to pursue music-focused adventures. The inspiration it sparked in me led me to the Harvest Moon Festival I attended in California. Seeing Neil Young live and getting to hear John Mayer sing his own music was magical. I am looking forward to upcoming adventures in New Orleans, Fort Lauderdale, and even Mexico. Each experience and note reminds me to embrace life. I celebrate the joy of being a woman with a lifetime of memories. Endless possibilities are still ahead.

    Looking back, this summer wasn’t just a series of concerts. It was a journey of rediscovering friendship, releasing old wounds, and reconnecting to joy in its purest form. I’ve learned that community, resilience, and empathy are more than ideals. They are essential, powerful forces. These forces shape us when we come together. I leave with a heart full of gratitude. I have a renewed spirit. I am open to the unexpected beauty waiting to inspire me. From my heart to yours, Joy