Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

This Is All A Dream I Blogged: Chapter One

Listen, I’m just gonna come right out with it: I truly never need to hear the Grateful Dead’s origin story again. Now, J&G have told the story well and made it fresh via the addition of voices not heard before (this will be an ongoing theme, I hope), but holy shit, if I gotta hear about that fucking dictionary one more time, I’m going to lose it.

Did you know that if you jam 500 people into a hall with a sound system built by speed freaks and give them acid, then the party will be memorable? Did you know that Bill Graham once tried to fix Garcia’s guitar? And Los Angeles and being cowboys and being naked and whatnot? These are the sacraments of the Grateful Dead Origin Story liturgy.

Also: the sixties–at least the little part of the world we know as The Sixties®–were a macho kind of time, for all their equality this and community that. The new paradigm the hippies were always talking about was an implicitly male one, where women’s value was talked up but they were still cleaning their old man’s shorts.



  1. Something something Owsley’s raw steak

  2. /be Mary Jane
    /see sad hungry peter parkour
    /decide 2 make him sumthing yummy 2 cheer him up
    /tired tho, doesnt want 2 cook big meal
    /uncle bens rice


  3. The mid-80’s punk scene was the same, male dominated. I got into punk to escape the jock culture of high school. Only to find that the scene was dominated by sorta the same guys, but with mohawks. Then in 1987, I was 17, I discovered the Grateful Dead…

  4. Like a good show, even if I have heard it, I want to hear it again.

    blah blah blah, acid.. blah blah blah, cassady, blah blah blah, owsley, more acid, blah blah blah, kesey, blah blah blah, acid test graduation, death of the hippie, golden gate park.

    Yeah that is it.. play that one again.. excpet the Gans Jackson version 2015


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