sethian@acf4.UUCP (sethian) (04/05/85)
Enough Already.
To all the non-Deadheads of the world. Give up. You are up against
a religious cult. Nothing more, nothing less. Ever get in a conversation
with a Moonie or Hare Krishna? Notice how everything discussed seems to
be viewed in a one-sided way? (In another time and forgotten space. Your
eyes looked from a deadhead's face). The cult worship of an idol (I swear,
during the break to Stella Blue, Jerry winked at me, I know he did). The
measurement of degree of devotion by examining financial committment (You
know, when the dead played the Pyramids in Egypt, I sold my house and
all my belongings because I had to be there). Longevity of committment
as a badge of honor (like wow, do you know that the girl up front has been
to EVERY dead concert since the last Winterland show?!). Creating images
in their likeness (count the number of black tee shirts at the next show).
Communion rites constituting consecration of the body and blood (re previous
article.."at least 'x' percent of the audience is tripping on acid").
Does it matter that this is now a band that, during at least 30% of
the time, badly performs cover versions of great songs? Bobby Weir, prep
student par excellence, failing regularly at an attempt to sing blues
for "Little Red Rooster", making it palatable and giving it the seal
of approval for deadheads? Kind of like Kosher food, once the dead
bless Twist and Shout, Good Loving, Satisfaction, etc., it's okay to listen
to them?
Look, I like the dead. Chinacat Sunflower/I know you rider real loud
still makes me happy. But dead heads I can do without. I stick to a
statement I made six years ago: the dead should be forced to do three shows
back to back in which nobody who has seen them more than twice can attend.
(no clues how to enforce this!). Maybe they would try harder. Rely less on
the goodwill of the audience. Feel scared and proud once again. Get tight.
As for deadheads taking over net.music, it will go on. The essence
of being a deadhead is underground communication through clandestine channels.
What could be better than Usenet? And with that, anybody interested in my
preprocessor which searches my mail every morning and removes articles
with the key words Jerry? Deadhead? Acid? Poland?