Word: dead
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...striking qualities of the Dead Heads' obsession with the band is that although it is highly personal--the fans think they can sense how Bobby and Jerry feel during any given song--it is remarkably unintrusive. The Dead Heads don't seem to know or care what bandsman is dating or divorcing whom...
...result is that the fans, knowing nothing important to the contrary, can go on assuming that the Dead live in a warm, funky, '60s time warp that has not really changed since the days when they jammed at the Acid Test roisterings of Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters. Playing in a rock band for 20 years is probably a good way of staying in a time warp, and if the legs go first, as with boxers and third basemen, you do not pick guitar with your toes. But the stranger truth is that the Dead Heads have...
Some of the Dead Heads in San Francisco had been to nearly all 60-odd of the shows in 1984, which meant that following the Dead around the country was what they had accomplished for the year. Such wandering is considered not goofing | off but commitment. There were yuppies, who had flown out from New York and paid their fares with plastic. But the stoniest of the pilgrims followed their quest in the elderly bread vans and decommissioned school buses painted with rust primer and furnished with curtains and the kind of mattresses that are chucked under lampposts...
...Dead Heads earn gas money to rattle from concert to concert by selling each other T shirts, and this activity took place in a small park near the auditorium. No camping was allowed, but neither the Heads nor the local police considered all-night snoozing on the park's wooden benches to be camping. (Dead Heads, who are apolitical, do not seem to enrage police as hippies did.) By the time the midday sun had warmed the bones of the park-bench bivouackers, the park had become a street fair. T shirts were on sale, decorated with tie-dyed spiral...
...pervasive fog of drugs is the dark side of the Dead Heads' exceptional amiability. There is no thuggery here, as there can be in other rock crowds, no feeling of physical menace. Dead Heads cherish stories of Dead niceness. Kathleen from New Hampshire says that last fall at Augusta, Me., she was stopped at the door when someone sold her a counterfeit Dead ticket. She was sitting outside the hall, crying, when a stranger came up and gave her a real ticket, and a rose. But drug burnout is a problem among these nice people. Keep your ears open just...