PREFACE

DEFINING A DEADHEAD

“The Grateful Dead are the best answer today to the atom bomb” because “the atom bomb is separating us, and this music is calling up the common humanity.” Joseph Campbell first articulated this belief about the psychedelic rock band from San Francisco after attending one of their concerts in 1986 in Oakland, California, where he witnessed what he refers to as “one incredible Dionysian ritual,” “a dance revelation,” and “magic for the future.” As Campbell explains, “They hit a level of humanity that makes everybody at one with each other. It doesn’t matter about this race thing, this age thing, I mean, everything else dropped out … it was just the experience of the identity of everybody with everybody else. I was carried away in rapture. And so I am a Deadhead now.”

—Joseph Campbell, mythologist1

Linda Kelly

Writer

What defines a Deadhead? What’s a Deadhead to you? Are you a Deadhead? If you knew Jerry and worked for the Dead, does that make you not a Deadhead? Is there a certain amount of shows that qualifies you? Maybe it’s anybody who listens to the Grateful Dead who’s not in the band? This book is definitely about artists, friends, and followers, but I don’t know if Deadheads is the proper term. I’m hoping when I finish all these interviews for this new edition, I’ll better understand what a Deadhead truly is this time around.

I was dragged to my first Dead show. I wanted to hate it, and I ended up loving it—a revelation. When I wrote the original book, I said, “I’m not a Deadhead; I’m more like an anthropologist. I just studied everybody and interviewed people who were Deadheads.” To this day, I don’t know if I would call myself a Deadhead. I’ve never worn tie-dye. I’ve been to maybe three shows in a row at most—that’s it. I’ve never gone on tour. Does that make me not a Deadhead?

For this creative adventure, instead of “histories,” I was seeking “heartstories”—experiences remembered viscerally as opposed to “It was 1983, Nassau Coliseum, they were playing ‘Dark Star’ …” I wasn’t searching for those kinds of details as much. I’m more interested in Deadheads sharing their personal stories, revealing the emotional, weird, memorable, tactile moments weaving in and out of the whole Grateful Dead trip.

Steve Brown

Filmmaker, Grateful Dead Records production coordinator (1972–1978)

If we appreciated the Grateful Dead for what they brought to our lives in different aspects, then we could be considered Deadheads, I think. If it was about the songs and the music in and of themselves and you played them at home, that’d be one thing. But if you joined a lot of other friends who liked the Grateful Dead and went to see them regularly, then you were a real Deadhead—you’re traveling around, following them. And then you almost become a super Deadhead, which is kind of a special thing unto itself.

When the Dead organization put out their Almanac in the 1990s after Jerry had passed away, they asked if they could use this photo I took of him on Haight Street in 1968, when the Dead played a free concert there. Jerry’s walking up the street carrying his guitar, a big smile on his face, no one bothering him, just, you know, going off to work! I was seeing the Grateful Dead as much as I could and, in this case, recording them that day in with a little tape recorder. As it turns out, that was the only recording made that day. They played for free on a flatbed truck near the end of Haight Street, and it was just a really special day.

So when they asked me if they could use that picture of Jerry on the cover of their Almanac, I was honored. But … on the inside credits of the Almanac, it mentioned that I was Steven Brown from the Grateful Dead Records days, and that I was the “proto-Deadhead.” At first I thought, “Well, that’s kinda cool.” But then I started thinking, “Wait a second. All these people are Deadheads—and I’m proto? Am I responsible for all this behavior? [laughs] It was a little bit beyond what I envisioned my own personal life to be—that I was some sort of leader with a big baton in the front of this whole marching band of weirdos.

Working for the Dead Organization as a Deadhead made it kind of interesting in that other people who organically grew into that organization from the very beginning were fans of the band, obviously, and/or boyfriends and girlfriends, lovers, whatever. They as fans would be considered Deadheads from the very beginning. Mountain Girl would set up a table sometimes at shows that had this sign saying, DEADHEADS UNITE! SIGN UP HERE! It was the first real fan listing of Deadheads so they could mail them a newsletter telling them what was happening with the band. I mean, Mountain Girl setting up a table in the lobby of an auditorium? It was cool.

So, I don’t think I’m really a proto-Deadhead. I wasn’t the first person to be in that position. It was kind of just a random call on the editor’s part to credit me that way in the Almanac [laughs].

The energy put into being a Deadhead, that singular focus in life going on at the time—that kind of consciousness at its peak was, in ways, both interesting as a human experiment and also embarrassing as a kind of a thing to be connected to in some ways because the general impression was that these people didn’t have lives. This was all they could do; this was all they were interested in. But the world’s larger than that.

That said, when you talked to a lot of them individually, there was a lot more to these people; some working for USGS, some working at MIT, some of them were lawyers, some of them were media people, some of them were artists—a lot of them were artists (or thought they were!). Once you dug down into the mind of a Deadhead, you usually found a human story; they were individuals who had something worthy going on. But then there were those who just didn’t seem to have anything else but that Volkswagen bus and a veggie burrito to sell, those who followed the Dead to every show whether they could afford it or not.

Susana Millman

Long-time Deadhead and GD photographer; aka Mrs. McNally

Is a Deadhead somebody who is berserk if they’re not able to get tickets for this upcoming event in Chicago? No. I mean, if that’s anyone’s definition of a Deadhead, then I’m not one. I’m a person who loved the band, who loved the music because they were willing to go out on the stage and make mistakes. I mean certain songs batted in third place. They would play a different show every night, and they could play a three-gig set in a city without repeating anything, or more than one or two songs.

I thought the shows were important; it was really a community, and everybody was there for the music, each other and the band, and there was no enemy. And it’s really rare that you get a gathering where there isn’t an “other,” which is such a part of our culture, having the “us” and the “other.” So the shows meant a lot to me.

Right now, I’m nostalgic for the good ’ol days, and I mean maybe the music business was already too business-like in the 1980s, but I certainly got into the Grateful Dead as a Deadhead. I just thought it was one of the most magic things in the world to be there at shows in this enormous space and just the music and me and my camera.

Will Sims

Waverly, Alabama

I think what makes a person a Deadhead is the love of the music. I don’t care if you didn’t ever see a show. If you love the music and listen to it and get it, you’re a Deadhead. I am as far from the band, personally knowing them, as you could fucking get. Whether I’m in this book or not, I think it’s important to pepper in regular people like me. I called my brother-in-law—he’s a huge Dead fan—and I said, “Man, this girl wants to interview me for a Grateful Dead book.” In my mind, that’s like getting nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize; that’s like the coolest fucking thing. It is, because the Grateful Dead mean so much to me.

Rick Begneaud

Cajun chef for the Dead, artist

I went to the Grateful Dead symposium in San Jose in November 2014, because there was one segment called “Cooking with the Dead.” Being a chef, I was interested in what that was all about. Chez Ray was there and these other three dudes who were Deadheads. They didn’t have any relationship to the Dead other than they were Deadheads. And they started talking about organic stuff, and this and that, recipes, and people are sitting there going, “We don’t really give a shit about that stuff. We want to hear stuff that happened with the band.”

At one point, someone said, “There’s this zydeco sauce that Weir had to do with. Where did that come from?” And the guys on the panel start talking about it. I stood up and said, “Can I have the microphone please? My parents made that sauce, from Louisiana, and Russ Eddy and I brought it here, and Weir liked it. Then Russ and Weir did something together with it.” The audience was like, “Really? Cool!” That’s the stuff they wanted to hear about. They didn’t want to hear, “I’m a Deadhead, and we play Grateful Dead music in the kitchen sometimes, and …” whatever.

I am a Deadhead for sure, but I think it’s a broad definition what a Deadhead is. Who am I to say someone’s a Deadhead or not? But I think it’s definitely someone who, at least for a while, lived it and breathed it and ate it and drank it. I don’t think the amount of shows you saw necessarily qualifies you as a Deadhead, either.

In the late 1970s, my buddy Jimmy Mac in Louisiana sent me a little tab of acid in an Easter card with some Dead tapes and turned me on to the band. If you asked Jimmy Mac today if he’s a Deadhead, he’d probably say no. But back in those days, when he was going to Amherst, he’d wake up in the morning with “Crazy Fingers” playing. He was way into it, going to shows and all that. So, I would have called him a Deadhead back then. Would I call him a Deadhead today? I don’t know.

It’s a fuzzy line, defining a Deadhead.

Kathleen Cremonesi

Author of Love in the Elephant Tent

A Deadhead is an open-minded person who can find beauty and freedom in the music and the scene that was there to understand the gift that it was, and is able to drop all the trappings of their traditional life—whether it was for a day or a weekend or a year—to fully live that situation.

Chuck Staley

Restaurant owner, Georgia

What makes someone a Deadhead? I don’t know. It’s open to interpretation. I think a Deadhead is anyone who loves the music. I don’t think it’s about how many shows you saw. I think if you never saw a show or you saw five hundred shows, if you enjoy listening to their music, then you’re a Deadhead. A Deadhead is kind of a cool, laid-back person, with a certain kind of a philosophy of life, of doing good to other people, treading lightly, and just being a kind soul.

Billy Cohen

Student of Bill Graham, soldier in the music biz, poet, dreamer

For somebody who’s self-identified as being a Deadhead, I would say being a Deadhead is like autism—there’s a spectrum. It’s on a spectrum.

There’s this great debate that if you didn’t go to the shows, you have no idea what the Dead were all about. But there are all these kids now who are into them. I’m astounded to see kids in Deadhead T-shirts today who couldn’t have gone to shows. I wonder, “If you didn’t go to a show, how do you know?” And they say, “I wish I could’ve gone to a show.” To a certain degree, I get it that when the Grateful Dead were active, people would go on and on like, “Look, you have to go to a show. If you don’t go to a show, you’re not participating, you don’t understand, you don’t know.”

When I was eighteen, I saw my first Dead show, and there was this period where all my friends became Deadheads. I mean, you just sort of become one. Deadhead culture was all about the way you connect with other people. But that isn’t entirely unique, is it? I mean, if you’re a punk rocker at the right time, right place, or if you’re a bluegrass freak or a metalhead—they’re all devout about whatever the music might be. They connect, and they have a deep bond as a group.

If it hadn’t been for Jerry’s coma, I wouldn’t have been stranded in Long Island with a bunch of Deadheads selling jewelry on the beach! They would’ve otherwise been out on tour selling jewelry in the parking lot. There are no shows, so what do you do? You rent a house in Long Island, and you sell jewelry on Jones Beach. These folks became lifelong friends.

Bob Sheehan of Blues Traveler is an example of Deadhead-ism. He understood the music and the whole scene. Blues Traveler happened the way it happened because of Bobby. He’s the one who came and spent time at Columbia University to network with David Graham and get to know Bill Graham and all that.

Bobby hung out with everybody. The way Bobby connected with the fans, his sound, he made that band be this jammy thing with this groove that he had. He knew. Bob was one of the shrewdest, most clever—I mean, Bob Sheehan to me is one of the great, great underappreciated geniuses. He was a true Deadhead and shaped the arc of Blues Traveler and the arc of the whole modern jam-band thing.

To me, I think being a Deadhead is more about connecting with similar minds and spirits than number of shows or how many days you wear tie-dye or how much acid you ate or any of that shit. I think it’s about connecting with people.

Miriam

Health-care analyst

A Deadhead is anybody who loved the Grateful Dead. You could’ve gone to one show—maybe you never went to any shows, and you only heard taped shows. I know people that never went to a Grateful Dead show and I met them at Grateful Dead dances and they loved the Dead and they were Deadheads to me. Deadheads are everywhere. We are everywhere—from all walks of life, all over the country, all over the world.

1 Quoted by Elizabeth Carroll in The Journal of American Popular Culture