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Naturally, my favorite description of
what its like to be a
Deadhead
comes
from the
Grateful Dead
itself. Im
specifically talking about the fifth verse
of The Music Never Stopped, which
goes like this:
Theyre a band beyond description
Like Jehovahs favorite choir
People joining hand in hand while
The music played the band
Lord theyre setting us on fire!
Thats the feeling.
When Jerry Garcia passed away in
August 1995, I was over at my friend
Bens house. I was fourteen years-old.
Bens dad was a committed
Deadhead
.
Hes the one who turned us on to the
music. There was always a show play-
ing at their housea bootleg CD, or
one of countless Maxell XLII-S 90s.
That weekend, Bens dad was despon-
dent. Like the fire was out. What is a
Deadhead
without Jerry? There are any
number of bands that play music, but
where else can you go if you want that
feeling? Where can you go to hear the
music play the band?
Fast-forward two decades. Without really
talking about it, my
Deadhead
friend
Gabe and I had committed ourselves
to pretty much always going when the
various post-Jerry incarnations of the
Grateful Dead
came to town. There
were good nights and there were bad
nights. Between the
Dead
, Further, and
Phil Lesh and Friends, I saw plenty of both
over the years. What was more consis-
tent than the music was the opportunity
to fellowship with what had become a
slightly threadbare yet still intensely
dedicated community of
heads
. Some
shows we danced our faces off; others
we went home early in the second set.
But our commitment never wavered.
We didnt know to expect anything differ-
ent from
Dead & Company
. I remember
seeing the bands first runon Novem-
ber 1, 2015, at Madison Square Garden.
It was fun. They sounded good. The
very fact of John Mayer in the Jerry
spot brought a different level of energy
and curiosity to the proceedings. But
there was no expectation that this
would somehow drastically eclipse the
good-natured nostalgia of all the other
post-Jerry formations.
I didnt see
Dead & Company
again until
almost exactly two years later: Novem-
ber 14, 2017. Madison Square Garden
again. I had no expectations. But as the
band worked through a smoking first set,
and a second set that featured a bitter-
sweet, sparkling China Doll sung by
Oteil and a heavy St. Stephen
NFA
closer, we could all feel it. The music
played the band that night. Suddenly it
was obvious that this lineup was tran-
scending the whole reunion thing. It was
becoming its own beast. If not a band
beyond description, then at least a band
all its own. And the word from both Bob
Weir and John Mayer was that they were
sticking with it.
And thats why this book is here: The
whole three-ring traveling
Deadhead
circusthe miracle wed all been looking
forhas kicked back into gear. High gear.
Even Shakedown Streetthe impromptu
INTRODUCTION
bootleg bazaar out in the parking lot
has become more than just a nostalgic
tribute to the glorious lot scenes of yore.
Its all happening in its own new way.
Everybodys dancing. If youre looking
for proof, just flip through these pages.
From that fall tour on, it really started
getting trippy. The spirit of what was
happening at
Dead & Company
s shows
both in the arenas and out in the
lotsstarted to ripple out into the larger
culture. Suddenly being a
Deadhead
no
longer felt like being a Trekker or what-