Let me just start by saying this will be about the Grateful Dead, a band that I, and many others, have been slightly obsessing about.
And no, not since they made the big Chicago concert announcement in mid-January of 2015... but since whenever it might have been that we were taken gently by hand and helped up on the bus.
Let me continue by saying I will not be ranting about... um... anything. Not the lineup for the 4th of July shows. (Go to any Facebook group if you want that.) Not prices of tickets or the fact that it is IN Chicago itself, or the fact that it's going to cost an arm and a leg to go, get a room, and somehow get tickets for all three nights. Because they can charge whatever they want and have this thing whereEVER they want and I know I won't miss it.
So what is it? What's so compelling about the Grateful Dead that we drop everything, go out on school nights, stay in crappy hotels, drive across the country, deplete our bank accounts, and absorb social media like high school sophomores? Why am I still writing down every song that Phil plays (albeit on my iPhone now) when I know that in less time than it will take me to get home from the Capitol Theatre, it will be posted on at least 2 sites on Facebook, not to mention the great website, Deadheadland.com. Why do my girlfriend and I giggle like tweens when we spot Bob Weir's bus pull in to the parking lot of the venue he's about to play? Let's take a little walk down my personal memory lane and see what we can figure out about the greatest band in the land.
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| Well, would you look at that... Bob Weir's Tour Bus... and isn't that John K. right there? Yes, yes it is. We waited for over an hour, but Bobby was taking a well deserved nap in the back, and we never saw him emerge from the bus. Asbury Park, NJ Summer 2014 |
When I first heard the Grateful Dead, I was in the freshman dorm room of a few friends (one of whom would become my husband) and their goal was to turn me on to the music. Wisely they chose American Beauty. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had heard of the Dead, but I only knew Truckin' and I thought the music belonged only to the stoners who cut classes in high school. I was all about the Beatles, and the Beach Boys and Billy Joel. Music you could sing along to! I loved to go to concerts and had seen quite a few already by age 17. But here was American Beauty, with it's rich textures and it's harmonies. And yes, songs you could sing, if no one else was around to shush you. Bring on Workingman's Dead, please.
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| Workingman's Dead. So great. Kids these days don't listen to albums, they listen to songs. Actually I do too. But these early albums are so rich and delicious. (Later, my mind was to be completely blown by Mars Hotel. BOOM. But this blog would go on forever if we started talking about every album and every concert...) |
I started buying records like crazy, but my boyfriend assured me that the records were nothing compared to a live show. I didn't quite get that from the few poor 12th generation audience cassette tapes he had, but I was game to go to a concert, and in September of 1978, we got tickets for my first Grateful Dead concert. Interestingly, I'm the one who got the tickets, for Giants Stadium in NJ, even though we were back at school already, in Boston. (And I'm still the one who gets the tickets, all these years later!) I'll never forget that night, my boyfriend's cute older brother, and his adorable friend drove down from Maine and picked us up at college. I felt like the belle of the ball, in my chariot, off on an adventure. They drove through the night, as we slept in the back seat. We got to NJ, and I directed us to a diner for breakfast. In retelling the story recently, someone reminded me that we ran into friends of my parents, who did not know we were coming to town. The concert was not the OMG experience that I was hoping for, although I did love the people and I remember my boyfriend bought me a rose from a vendor who was passing through the stadium seats. I was hooked after that.
So many concerts since that time. Hundreds. More probably. Memorable shows. Musical elipses where I was transfixed. Transformed. Taken to another place altogether. Elevated spiritually and emotionally. Songs where the words meant so much that tears came to my eyes, or the music was so strong that I had to move away from my seat to dance in an open space. Magical moments where words I have heard a thousand times before take on new meanings and become entirely relevant to what I had been going through.
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| Then: Cal Expo May 3, 1986 |
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| And now(ish): Nateva Festival, Oxford Maine, Summer 2010 |
And then there is the community. I may as well say that I do not quite "fit" into every community out there in the world. But finding the Grateful Dead and the community of their fans was like coming home. When we meet one another out there in the world, and learn that we love the Dead, it's like we are members of a club and we all know the rules. I admit that sometimes people forget them, or break them. That's disappointing. But mostly I have found a generous, kind, non-judgmental, open-minded, community in the Grateful Dead fan community and that works for me. People who don't push in line, and will sell their extra ticket for face value (or less). People who will hug you the first time they meet you, or buy you a water BEFORE they meet you because you are behind them on the concession line and you picked up and returned the dollar they dropped.
Will Chicago be the real end of a story that had its beginning in 1965? Who knows. It will be the end of something for sure, probably stadium shows for the Dead, and for me. I do believe the kind souls who go by the name of Deadheads will figure out a way to get themselves there. Hopefully we will get tickets through mail-order, or through the online sales, and not have to pay inflated prices. (If I have to pay higher prices than the ticket price you might wind up reading a different type of blog soon!)
But I do know that I am going to go, and bring love and light with me. I will surround myself with the people I love and listen to the music I love. I'll think about Jerry Garcia, and miss him, as I do all the time, and I will love and appreciate Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Mickey Hart and Bill Kreutzmann, the "Core Four," as I have for the past 38 years. I'll love whatever they decide to play, and rejoice in the people they've chosen to play with: Jeff Chimenti, Trey Anastasio and Bruce Hornsby.
"Just dust those dusty strings off one more time..."
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| Another one from the Cal Expo, May 4, 1986 |
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| Yes, this happened. How could I not include it. Dec. 5, 2013 |
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| Okay, this show gets my vote for the all time best concert ever. Thanks to DD for finding this. |
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| Can this really be the end?? |
Grateful Seconds
Grateful Dead For Dummies / Endless Jams
http://www.gratefuldeadguitars.com/
Or try putting Grateful Dead into the search bar for some of my other blog posts about the Grateful Dead.
And one last thing... who should have been included, in my humble opinion?
Update : I wrote this one week ago. I mailed in for my tickets on the mail-in date, and now check my mailbox like a crack addict (I guess) because people have started to get what I refer to as the "pink slip," a polite rejection letter from GDTSTOO saying how high the demand is for tickets. For the record, this is the back of my envelope, on top of the album I was drawing on. For you younger folks, that's a record album, the way we used to listen to music before computers let you magically hear it by just wishing it to play.
Update March 7, 2015: It's now been over a month, and I have not received my money orders back, nor have I received what I've come to call "the golden email," that email that so many people received from Grateful Dead Ticket Sales Too saying that their ticket request would be filled. I tried to buy tickets online, and struck out. So I'm sitting here in limbo. My confidence that I'd see my fellow fans at the show is starting to waver. And quite truthfully I feel as thought I've been on a roller coaster ride. Not a new fun one, but an old one that's uncomfortable (think: Coney Island Cyclone) where the highs are kind of fun, but the twists and turns hurt really bad, and to make matters worse, your best friends, who have always brought you comfort, since 1977, are nowhere to be seen, and the cause of the pain. I have finally reached stepped off the coaster. I had to. If I go, I will have a great time, I know. And if I don't go, I will have a kick-ass party in my back yard, like I sometimes do on July 4 weekend. I won't go sit in a movie theater and watch what I'm missing. I won't check my phone every 5 minutes for the Facebook messages and Tweets to see what "final songs" I'm not hearing. I'll crank that beloved Lewiston show (September 1980) for my guests and try not to sour-grapes it too much.
You know what they say... If the thunder don't get ya...
Update April 6, 2015: I received my money order back about 2 weeks ago. It was too depressing for words. So I didn't write any. But it may just be that I will get to go to one of the shows in Chicago. We shall see. I have not given up yet.
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| This hangs in my hallway. The ad from the paper and my rejection letter. |
Final Update:
I didn't make it to Chicago after all. But I got tickets from a good friend and went to the two shows in California. I had a fantastic time. I watched all three Chicago shows on Pay Per View, enjoying the last one at the Capitol Theatre in Port Chester, NY with a room full of Deadheads.
Me: Wow, so many young people are really enjoying this simulcast, don't you think?
My son: Yea, mom. That's because everyone your age made it to Chicago.
8/28/17 - I have disabled comments on this post. For some reason I receive about 20 spam comments A DAY - clogging up my inbox - just to this blog post. I don't know why. If you have a real comment, then you are a real human and you will figure out how to get it to me some other way.
In other news, I just saw Bob and Phil play together at Lockin' via a live stream (thank you Pete Shapiro, YouTube and Lockin' Fest) and it was fantastic.
