Now that the tour has ended and I have deflated a bit….
I want to thank everyone who followed, interacted and volunteered their insight along the way. Especially Jay @ The Dead Blog, Tubs/Harvey Road, and my brother Dave. Many thanks go out to the folks who traveled around with the Grateful Dead and took the time to record each show, building a wealth of recorded history with which this project was possible. With the countless hours in the decades the band played, these dedicated fans worked to record each show, sometimes having to cut and splice from multiple sources to make an authentic replication of a performance. Thanks for passing these along to not only friends, but to generations of curious listeners. And of course many, many thanks to the artists themselves, the Grateful Dead, who overall created some wonderful music and a unique culture full of happy travelers. These fans came from many different places and walks of life to enjoy the moment, and many have never left.
I was eighteen years old when Jerry Garcia died. I had just graduated highschool in June and was working for the school district for the summer. I was driving back from my lunch break and had heard “Truckin’ ” playing on WEBN. I hadn’t thought to much about this until I pulled into the parking lot next to a co-worker, Carrie. She had her car door open and was listening to the radio for the last few remaining minutes of her break. She was crying. I got out of my car, walked around and stood by her for a moment. I didn’t have to ask what was wrong, the radio was informing me, and she listened again to the news with a heavy heart. I had no idea that Carrie was a fan, nor did I have any idea as to what the music of the Grateful Dead meant to her. But I remember waiting by her car as she calmed herself down before getting back to work. I had only limited exposure to the band’s music and the culture that surrounded it at the time. So Jerry’s death didn’t derail my thoughts or emotions in any way. I didn’t understand the significance of that moment till , really, this last year. His impact, and the bands impact on millions of people over multiple generations was immeasurable. It wasn’t just Jerry Garcia who died that day, it was the Grateful Dead that was gone. And for all those fans at the time, the seemingly endless roadshow had come to an end. They knew, Carrie knew, that the world had changed. The long strange trip would never be the same if it was to be at all.
I will leisurely keep on wondering down the road of Grateful Dead music, listening to shows I missed on this journey, and may or may not post my thoughts along the way. I’m also looking forward to revisiting the ones that stood out the most for me. No timeline or pressure. From here on out its listening when the feelins’ right. I would love to hear any show recommendations, so tweet me the date or post it here on the blog.
Thanks again to everyone who followed along,
Grateful Ted