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?
"Teach your Children", pedal steel guitar, I don' know, Janis Joplin. Any one out there who knows or think he or she knows the others?
On what very famous Crosby, Stills and Nash song does Jerry play? What does he play? Where did he buy this instument? What is the nickname of Bob Weir's 70's Ibanez guitar? Jerry has played many guitars, but one amp has been his mainstay. What is it? Who is Bird Song about? (Points are on the honor system. Take as many as you need!!!)
Thanks. Yeah, I found that connection to Stewart Brand as well...seems too coincidental for it NOT to be the same guy. Hawken was working a few years ago as a "green" consultant to the company I work for, so I met him a few times. Definitely seems the sort to have some kind of bus connection...wish I'd known then, because I definitely would have peppered him with some questions.
15 points to "giantnerd" Do you have the next question?
Spud boy. Phil was tripping the light fantastic during a show and stopped playing for a short while. To he and Jerry it seemed like an eternity but it was like 30 seconds. Jerry thought Phil ruined the show and told Phil "You f#@#ing play!!!" and threw him down the stairs. He later apologized and admitted the tapes of that show were pretty good!!!
Let's separate the Deader than thou from the merely Dead: What was Garcia's nickname in "Old and in the Way" ? 5 points. No need to phrase in a question form. Second Question; Who in the Dead was thrown down the stairs, by whom and why? 10 points. Same rule.
What a great piece! I, like some of the others almost feel like there is something missing becasue I failed to see the boys live. I'd always been into music growing up, and admit my first experience was loving "Touch of Grey" when I saw the video as a Freshman in high school. Although going on and buying "In the Dark" was the extent of my Grateful Dead experience at that time. Years passed and suttle Grateful Dead influences seemed to make their way in and out of my life. I remember sitting in the basement of a HS girlfriend's house and hearing somewhat meandering music coming from the stereo, and asking her what it was. Her response was "Oh that's my brother's Grateful Dead". As I went off to college in the early to mid 1990s I found myself falling in with a large group of Dead Head Soccer players at the University of Rio Grande in Ohio. Although the Dead influence was heavy amoungst that group, I still never actually jumped completely on the bus. There was something about what I perceived as "blind faith" in some of the kids who were getting into the Dead that I was skeptical about. The day I actually feel like I "got it" was when I had experienced a sort of physical confrontation with a guy at a party. He basically punched me in the face for being kind. As I sat there and the room cleared out, I turned on a stereo in the room and the sweet, comforting sounds of the Phil's "Box of Rain" came pouring out of the speakers. I never actually got to a show, but after many opportunities, I finally got on the bus! Better late than never.
I can't find confirmation that the Paul Hawken in Wolfe's book is the same as the Smith & Hawken founder, but I'd be willing to bet it is. He has at times traveled in the same circles as Stewart Brand (of Trips Fest and Whole Earth Catalog fame) and that trippy futurist Marin bunch... Makes sense it would be him...
I enjoyed this Blair! My freshman year of college was in Georgia in 1995 and that was the first time I had ever heard the Grateful Dead. Right away...Jerry died. I have never been to a Grateful Dead concert...Not One! (I did see The Dead in VA in 2009!) But I am a dead head and I collect tapes and CD's and listen to everything I can find on the internet. This site is my favorite site! Grateful Dead fans will spring from existence for the next 500 years. And those will never see the Dead live or even meet anyone who had seen the Dead live.
My wife were fortunate enough to see Phil & Friends in the line-up that included Jackie Greene and Larry Campbell at the House of Blues at North Myrtle Beach a couple summers back. We were about 8 feet from the stage and it was a great show. We met some folks from Charlotte and Rock Hill and had a terrific time. Phil was driving the jams as he usually does and Jackie was doing some shredding on the lead solos. Small hall-big fun. That night it was raining and thundering and lightning like hell when we got out at the end of the show and Highway 17 was flooded.