Say the name The Grateful Dead and blank stares from young or old are few and far between. The hardest touring band in the history of music have become not only a household name, but a myth, a legend and a culture of timeless proportions.
Beginning from a psychedelic heritage painted by the equally legendary Haight-Ashbury and Ken Kesey's (One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest) Merry Pranksters. Spearheading the Hippie movement in the fertile backdrop of late 60's SanFrancisco, their communal home at 710 Ashbury became the seed that grew into a devoted following unheard of then, or now. Since iconic singer/guitarist Jerry Garcia died in 1995 the remaining members have carried on the together, and apart and through conflict, separate projects (Ratdog, Phil and Friends, etc.) and 2 new names (The Other Ones, in 2002 and now simply The Dead). Hoisting the embers of the euphoric celebration that was and is the tie-dyed, high flying, free expression exploring, group hugging and openly caring community of Deadheads of all class and creed from coast to coast. To attend a Dead show is like entering a kaleidescope, a beautiful, condensed escape from the day to day. Embrace it, or criticize it, just attempt to understand it before you pass judgement and, on this historic Inauguration Day, remember, everybody's number 1 man is also a fan. Hey, if Barack digs them, then that says something:-)
With so much good music, these two choices are more perspective than objective..,Enjoy:-)
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