[16 December 2009]
In the summer of 2001, I went to MusicFest in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where I saw Dark Star Ochestra perform (an authorized Grateful Dead tribute band). There I met my first Dead Head. He was a hippie with long, long hair, a scraggly beard and of course, he was smoking a joint. Watching him and his lady twirl around to the sounds of the Dead made me realize the difference between being a fan and being a fanatic. The Grateful Dead Scrapbook is a great gift for the Dead Head, the converted corporate hippie or Earth Mother (the fanatics). With pictures and interviews, this compilation takes the reader back to the time when the Dead were alive. But it also delivers just the right amount of nostalgia and obscurity to appeal to the granola-types that follow Phish around, save up for Burning Man, and spend their spare time at the disc-golfing course (the fans).