Children of the Dead


Readers of this blog in its previous life know that I am huge “Dead head.” For all of my first time readers, welcome, and you have been warned, I will reference the greatest band of all time frequently.

Interestingly enough, I haven’t always been a fan of the Grateful Dead. In fact, in college, as part of the punk scene in East Texas (it exists), I adopted my friends’ point of view that the Dead and their followers were a bunch of self-indulgent hippies. They weren’t like punks who were actually trying to enact change in society. 

When I moved to Dallas, I began to explore the Dead on my own and I fell in love with them, especially their live shows. Fast forward about ten years and I as stated above, I am unabashed Dead head. 

Today, I started listening to a Dead show from Veneta, OR on August 27, 1972. Next to Europe 72, it’s one of the best live Dead albums I have ever heard. The recordings are cleaner than most live shows and the entire band was really at their peek, especially Phil Lesh, and great bass lines make for great Dead music.  

Another great feature of this particular recording is that includes a lot of the between song banter. A couple of announcements involve missing kids, specifically kids in a special tent looking for their mommies and daddies. I started to wonder, what was it like to be a kid at a Dead show in 197?. What sort of stories do these kids have and have any of them put them in writing? It sounds like it would make for the next great Cameron Crowe project. 

 

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