Grateful Dead

Dead-er Than Thou

There’s a debate that flares up every so often in Deadland (most recently in the discussion on the promo page for the 1988 Road Trips) in which older Heads castigate folks who came to like the Dead during the late ’80s “Touch of Grey”/In the Dark era, the implication being that those fans weren’t hip and cool enough to have gotten into the band earlier, and only embraced the Dead once they had become commercially successful. The worst and most cynical of the arguments — and I’ve actually heard this several times through the years — is that to have climbed on board during the late ’80s (or early ’90s) was to actually contribute to Jerry’s death! The tortured logic of this is that because of the band’s increased popularity, their touring machine became ever-larger, which put more pressure on the group to play big shows and to stay on the road, thus preventing Jerry from getting a break from touring he once offhandedly mentioned in an interview he wanted, and contributing to his downward health spiral and eventual death. Whew! Now, there’s a load of BS.

Unfortunately, there’s always been a “Dead-er Than Thou” attitude among some Dead Heads — as if when you started liking the Grateful Dead, how many shows you attended, who you knew in the inner circle and what privileged access you had to information or tapes (or both!) were the measure of your knowledge of or devotion to the band. I can’t honestly say I’ve been completely immune to this affliction myself, but I learned pretty early on that there were always going to be Heads who had been following the band longer, seen more shows, owned more tapes, plus had that prized laminate hanging around their necks I so coveted. So if it truly was a competition, I was never going to “win.”

Of course it’s not a competition. How and when you got into the Dead could be a function of million different factors — your age, whether you had friends who were into the band, whether the Dead’s tours came to your city/region, if you had a good experience at your first show, if they came onto your radar at all… the list goes on and on. Maybe your first exposure was being trapped on a long car ride with some crazed Dead Head who insisted on playing a really badly recorded audience bootleg that featured terrible, off-key singing and what seemed like pointless jams. Then, three years later, someone dragged you to a show and you suddenly “got it.” Or maybe you had a boyfriend or girlfriend who hated the Dead and, even though you were kind of curious about ’em and wanted to go to a show, forbade you from going! (Wow, harsh!)

Whatever happened, happened, and you should feel no guilt about and make no apologies for when you got on The Bus. Heard “Touch of Grey” on the radio, loved it, and wanted to hear more? Fantastic! Welcome aboard! The fact of the matter is, the mid- to late ’80s and the early ’90s was the Dead’s greatest period of fan growth ever, and thousands upon thousands of people who got into the group then became loyal and devoted fans who were every bit as enthusiastic, hardcore and knowledgeable as the grizzled veterans who lorded their longevity over them like some royal talisman. We all have legitimate regrets about what we might have missed in previous eras, but I can honestly say that whenever you succumbed to the Dead’s ineffable magic — that was the right time for you.

Since my biography of Jerry — Garcia: An American Life — came out more than a decade ago, I’ve gotten dozens of letters and emails from people who never had the opportunity to see Jerry or the Dead at all. Many were almost sheepish about it, as if it reflected some character flaw in them that they’d “missed” Jerry, yet in the months or years since his passing, they’d gotten into recordings of the band, the (love)light went off in their heads, and now they were obsessed, too. There’s no Grateful Dead to see, so they’ve gotten their live kicks seeing Phish or DSO or Furthur or whoever lit that light for them in concert. And perhaps they’re just starting to understand the charms of ’76 Dead or ’88 Dead and catching up on the history and what the scene was (is!) all about. Again, I say, welcome aboard! There’s an unlimited amount of room on this Bus; the more the merrier!

Do you have a story about getting on (or missing) The Bus?


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Joined: Feb 2 2011
Dead-er Than Thou

Born 1977. Heard "One From The Vault" about a year after it came out when my buddy spent the night then forgot it the next day. I didn't give up that copy til I had gone down to the music store and got my own. "Two From The Vault" dropped shortly thereafter. I was officially on the bus after that. Managed to see 5 shows with Jerry. I feel lucky to say that. I never had a Dead-er than thou attitude, but I'm definitely funkier than y'all=}

Joined: Jun 4 2007
To be a Deadhead and not to be a Deadhead

My first exposure to the music of the Grateful dead was when I was roughly around 15 years old and, as mentioned above Skeletons From The Closet was aquired by one of my classmates in highschool. As a kid whose primary musical influences at that point consisted of a variety of blues, rock and fusion artists, so naturally, some aspects from that album appealed to me more than others. While I gravitated mmore towards songs from that album like Truckin, St. Stephen, Turn on Your Love Light and One More Saturday Night, I was a little less than enthusiastic towards the more folky and countryish leanings of songs like Uncle John's Band, Mexicali Blues, Friend of the Devil.
Enter my older brother who offered to take me and two of my friends to see our first Dead show in '84 at Pine Knob. I won't go into detail about that whole trip, which in itself was quite an adventure, but suffice it to say, though I didn't recognise most of the songs, I was thoroughly entertained by the fans, the scene and the music. The show itself was quite well performed with a lot of their rockier songs in the setlist. The one song that stuck with me for some reason was Tennessee Jed because of it's funky groove.
Shortly after the show, I decided to delve a little deeper into the Dead by getting Live Dead and Anthem Of The Sun. This is where the floodgates really opened up, and still to this day are among my favorite original album releases.
Two years passed and My same friends who went to that Pine Knob show and I made the decision to go to Alpine Valley for the weekend. This time around, we had a few other people with us. This was '86. This was before the massive influx of new fans due to the Deads sudden popularity. It was at this run where I discovered that there was an actual scene as overnight camping was permitted onsight. The setlists at these shows featured a lot more of the extended open-ended improvisations than our first outing in '84 so naturally, the freeform aspects brought me in even deeper, thanks to Anthem and Live/Dead.
By our next outing, which also happened to be Alpine Valley in '87, which happened to fall a week or two before In The Dark arrived on store shelves. By now, our entourage had grown from me and a couple of friends to 3 carloads of people. By this time, we were repeatedly listening to Dead Set, in which many of the songs from that album were actually performed during the 3 day weekend. The scene outside of the venue still had camping, and quite a bit of vending, but was the calm before the storm. I could go in depth about my experiences from this weekend in the valley, but suffice it to say, I was hooked.
By the time I saw my next show in '88, at Buckeye Lake, which unfortunately was the only one that year, I was turned onto bootleg recordings. The scene at that show was massive. A complete turnaround from my previous experiences.
From Spring '89 on, I started doing multiple runs of shows/tours, though I wasn't really a dedicated tourhead. '90 and '92 were years that I show the highest numbers of shows, being 7 from the former and 10 from the latter. The most shows I saw on a single tour were 5 of the last 7 the Dead, with Jerry that is, ever played in '95, including Auburn Hills, Deer Creek (f***ing gate crashers) and Soldier Field.

During this time, I was a big fan of the Grateful Dead, but never really considered myself a Deadhead. I didn't wear birkenstocks, dreadlocks or patcholie, wasn't an avid dancer, never actually camped out at a show, except for being blocked in by an 8 car deep parking job at Buckeye '88, as directed by the attendants right smack dab in the middle of the Shakedown Street main fareway, which was fun. It became an allnighter. Though I had my fair share of tie dyed shrts and what not, I wasn't even into the whole cosmic, Rainbow tribe traveling gypsy lifestyle. It was always about the music for me. It took a few tries to catch on, then when I finally did get it, was able to accept the musical diversity of the Dead.

As far as late-comer fans, my only real gripe was with those who only showed up for either the parking lot scene, for the miracle ticket or at worst, the gate crashers who caused the cancelation of the second night of Deer Creek '95, bastards. Whether the fans, or Heads for the matter, were veterans who were there from the begining, the '70s fans, or second generation heads, those who came on board in the '80s, but before In The Dark (as myself), the TouchHeads, or the post Brent arrivals, I could always tell who were real fans of the music, and/or the positive parts of the scene from those who never cared so much about the music just there for the party, and those who were parasites wanting freebies who would demolish a perfectly good venue because they either couldn't get a ticket or felt entitlment to the point of disrespect.

Even if you never got a chance to see the Dead live, but find enjoyment with the music, you are no more or less of a Deadhead than the person who saw 692 shows.

Incidently, I only went to one show without a ticket, and that was Buckeye Lake in '88 where, despite the massive crowd that arrived in the 102 degree heat, they could still be purchased at the box office.

Joined: Jun 25 2007
The Bus Ran Me OVER

I first saw a JGB show at a little club in San Francisco on Battery Street in 1979. I don't know if it is still there? The ceiling was so low, that on the stage riser, Jerry's head almost touched the ceiling. He played "Mission in the rain" and I was hooked. Caught over 100 shows since that one... Last shows were the 1995 Vegas set. Peace man gathers what another man spills.

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Joined: Jun 4 2007
Yes and No

Nice post Blair, and a lot of truth to what you say. But like most things, it's a little more complicated.

I got on the bus in 1980 -- knew quite a few people who told me I had missed the boat then, and yes, I have a distinct memory of being introduced to a "seasoned vet" who kindly offered to make me a tape or two, and the said something along the lines of "here's the really good stuff, but you can't have it". That struck me as rather odd and, even at my newbie stage, struck me as being at odds with what I thought "the scene" was all about. So, I always carried that with me and tried to be mindful of avoiding that same attitude as the years rolled on.

However, 1987 surely was a turning point, and in many respects, there simply was not enough room on the bus after a while. I don't begrudge anyone for being a Deadhead based upon how, why or when they were turned on. But, as a pretty devoted tour rat in the 80's, things changed rather dramatically for me.

First and foremost, the whole experience became much less pleasant: think about s hanging at Red Rocks and camping at Chief Hosa for 3 days compared to one-off at McNichols stadium surrounded by asphalt, to be followed by one, one night stand after another.

Second, with the commercial success also came the predictable influx of people trying to cash in. I'm not talking about the 3 brothers who must have sold a zillion falafel sandwiches on one tour after another, but to the professional shirt manufacturers. As a result, GD productions started -- for the first time at shows -- to crack down on the sale of copyrighted merchandise, which made it difficult to be able to tour as a financial matter.

Third, there is no question that after 1987, you were much more likely to encounter people and situations that didn't exactly reflect the best of the community. I'm sure there always was such an element, but I'm also sure it became more pronounced.

All of which is to say, all is not (or was not) sunshine and light. I would never point the finger at anyone and blame them for what became of the scene (let alone for Jerry's death). And I never try to lord my experience over other, younger heads. The various post-GD acts play here in Colorado all the time. I've been to several shows over the years. I'm generally bored and unimpressed with the music, and at the same time gratified to see so many people getting off. Rather than looking down at them, I'm mostly jealous that I can't share the enthusiasm.

Joined: May 26 2007
Now more than ever

The humongous outpouring of support from the Deadhead community for the KPFA GD marathon last Saturday is ample evidence that this music is immortal. I hear from young fans all the time, people who were tykes when Jerry passed but have made up for lost time and become quite knowledgeable about the music and the culture.

I suppose the "Deader than thou" phenomenon will always be with us, like mosquito bites and Fox News, but we'll have us a good time and take good care of each other through it all, as we have always done.

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Joined: Oct 19 2009
My blossoming Dead affection

I saw one show - 07/06/86 RFK. Yes the one before the coma.

I had a friend give me a tape he mashed together in '85 in my high school accounting class. I was hooked. Some of the older music I heard, late '60s early '70s, was fantastic. I really enjoyed the jams. I was already enjoying country, blues and rock. The Dead seemed to infuse all of that.

I saw Ratdog open for Jerry Garcia in the late '80s - early '90s. I took my girlfriend (future wife) and she just didn't get it at the time. She has come around a little bit. I keep chiselling away at her. Just recently saw Furthur and loved it.

One thing that listening to the Dead did for me was opened up my joy of bluegrass. Jerry's voice just has this great deep soulful emotion that I can't escape. (Going to find Black Peter now)

Still listening and still loving it!

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Joined: Aug 18 2007
deader than thou

I never understood the idea of deadheadness competition. man, whenever i think of when i got on the bus...I think the bus comes to you. I heard of the Grateful Dead...thought the name was weird. I must have heard them dozens of times on the radio. One day a friend gave me Europe "72. I listened to one side and that was all it took! And it's been the soundtrack of my life. The music never stops...where did I hear that before?

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Joined: Jun 13 2007
Jumping on board...

Great topic...funny, like "aboltuch" above, my first show was at the Hollywood Bowl in 1972, which was also Pig's last live performance. I was with a bunch of friends from high school using one of the kid's parents' season box at the Bowl. There were about 6-10 of us and while i don't recall details, i remember having a great time and seeing Jerry with the New Riders opening. I was on board after that show. I only saw the Grateful Dead 57 times but i was lucky enough to see a few 'key' shows: Wall of Sound at UCSB soccer stadium, debut of Terrapin at the San Bernardino Swing Auditorium, both Days on the Green with the Who in Oakland, Ventura Co. Fairgrounds show with Fire on the Mountain...with a real "fire on the mountain" in the distant hills. My favorite venue was Ventura Co. Fairgrounds although i saw some great shows at the Forum. Least favorite venue was Irvine still on the bus and enjoy seeing Furthur, Ratdog, and Phil and Friends when they appear in Southern California.

Joined: Jun 25 2010
Whining Boy

You know, I once heard that there comes a time when a blind man takes your hand and says, don’t you see? That is the attitude I look for when I meet other dead fans. It's always a loaded question when someone asks me when I got on the bus. I think of the Pranksters. I got on that bus in 1978. I didn’t go to my first GD show until 1987 at Shoreline. WTF? It is what it is. Then I saw them a few more times, my last show was the memorial for Bill Graham in GG Park. I guess I feel guilt, like deep guilt, obtrusive aching guilt, the kind that moves the sand at the bottom of the ocean. I want to be hugged when I go to a show; at least, I want to shake the hand of a stranger.
I have to say thanks to Blair for allowing us to heal in this way. I just know we all have something in common: we miss Jerry.

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Joined: Jun 6 2007
Getting On The Bus- An Education

I worked in a record store for years starting in the mid 70's. I owned "Skull and Roses", "Wake of the Flood", "Blues For Allah", and "Terrapin Station", but I really didn't get what they were all about, and actually kind of lost interest other than "S&R". That would change.

In the early 80's, I had a friend who was in law school with a another guy who was the biggest Dead fan I'd known up to that time, and it rekindled my interest-he was the first person I'd really known who had actually seen the band. By '84 or '85, I'd met 2 guys in medical school who were tapers, and they had taped quite a few shows starting in about 1981, and they really were the lynchpin. They shared loads of tapes with me, and social gatherings for the rest of our time in school together often featured excellent tapes from their personal collections going back to the 60's. It was one of those times that I heard 3-18-67, and the history of the group really hit me, and I was on board.

I was able to get into some really good tape trading networks by the end of the 80's, and met 2 other guys in North Dakota (where I've lived for 20 years), who had hundreds of shows, and I spent months copying from them- I bought 2 duplicating decks strictly for this purpose. These trading networks morphed into internet groups, and it just exploded from there. I got up to about 1200 shows before the online postings of shows (,, etc), and then with the opening of made all of this wonderful music very accessible. My town had a massive flood in 1997- fortunately, my entire Dead tape collection was on the SECOND floor of my house!!!!

2 oddities about my Dead "career"-1) I lived in San Francisco as a child from '66-'67, and my parents used to like to drive through the Haight, and 2), I never saw Jerry, which is unforgivable considering how the sharing of tapes benefited me so greatly. Went through a lot of bad personal stuff that didn't help me in the ability to actually get out and see the genius that was Jerry, but I still can't believe I didn't get it done.

I've been lucky enough to see the band in the "Dead" and "Furthur" incarnations, and I am truly blessed to have seen these bands. My current wife, who knew nothing about them prior to our meeting, still describes the 5-5-09 show in Chicago as one of the most fun concerts
she's ever seen, and my 22 year old daughter (who has Down Syndrome) is a big fan- that is truly special.

Eric J


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