Taking the Jerry out of Jerrrrrrry
No, I don't mean Jerry Lewis, although I certainly love the man. Especially serious Jerry, the Jerry of "The King of Comedy."
No, friends, I mean Mr. Garcia and co. I'm listening to "Workingman's Dead" right at this moment and trying to not visualize old rich Marin hippies in their tie-dye shirts or those little hippie rats panhandling for change on Haight St. It's not fair, ya know. Can't I just enjoy "W.M.'s D." as a fine American roots rock album (that's my musical genre!) and forget all about the Deadhead cult? I know, I'm being a snob. It was a lovely community for many. And, "Man, if you were at the Acid Tests or Winterland in '76 when they did 'Dire Wolf,' etc." Yeah, maybe so. I dig the Pigpen years and don't care about the rest, really.
Anyway, my prejudices are planted firmly in my hippie childhood (never listened to the Dead in those days, that I can recall) and my dislike of crowds of smelly, stoned people. Which is to say, you won't see me at Burning Man. And I'm definitely not doing Deadhead dancing while listening to this record.
I think I was going to move on to the point that the late sixties, early seventies era of pop music is my time and nothing's ever going to replace it in my heart. Post punk and early hip hop (first ten years, say) were my last gasps of being musically current. I didn't fall in love with music from downloading it, ya know? I guess I'm about fit to be sent to the bone yard, which somehow ties in nicely with the Grateful Dead skeleton. Pigpen lives!
No, friends, I mean Mr. Garcia and co. I'm listening to "Workingman's Dead" right at this moment and trying to not visualize old rich Marin hippies in their tie-dye shirts or those little hippie rats panhandling for change on Haight St. It's not fair, ya know. Can't I just enjoy "W.M.'s D." as a fine American roots rock album (that's my musical genre!) and forget all about the Deadhead cult? I know, I'm being a snob. It was a lovely community for many. And, "Man, if you were at the Acid Tests or Winterland in '76 when they did 'Dire Wolf,' etc." Yeah, maybe so. I dig the Pigpen years and don't care about the rest, really.
Anyway, my prejudices are planted firmly in my hippie childhood (never listened to the Dead in those days, that I can recall) and my dislike of crowds of smelly, stoned people. Which is to say, you won't see me at Burning Man. And I'm definitely not doing Deadhead dancing while listening to this record.
I think I was going to move on to the point that the late sixties, early seventies era of pop music is my time and nothing's ever going to replace it in my heart. Post punk and early hip hop (first ten years, say) were my last gasps of being musically current. I didn't fall in love with music from downloading it, ya know? I guess I'm about fit to be sent to the bone yard, which somehow ties in nicely with the Grateful Dead skeleton. Pigpen lives!
posted by ken at 6:41 PM
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