Saturday, April 18, 2009
A Black Deadhead.....Believe It or Not!
Ladies and gentlemen, I present for your wonder and bewilderment an elusive creature. A creature more fleeting than the Loch Ness Monster or Sasquatch. A creature more difficult to catch than a leprechun riding bareass on a unicorn. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Black Deadhead. Seriously, with the exception of President Obama, who met with the surviving members this week, I have not seen or heard of any African-American fans of the Grateful Dead, which is mystifying. The sight of a Black Deadhead nestled in tie dye is a rare one indeed. But ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to report that one has been found in her natural habitat. She has been sighted in front of her laptop listening to a Dead bootleg and writing a post for her blog....Okay, it's me. Yeah, this Sistah has much love for the Dead. I still got the tie-die shirt I bought at a 1989 Dead concert at RFK Stadium in Washington, DC. Why the Dead? Because I find them so damn mellow. When I listen to a song like "Wharf Rat," it's like I'm being transported to a cook-out in late summer enjoying a good buzz and listening to my uncles talk shit as they play cards. I can seriously chill to the Dead. Why not love them. The Dead's music transcends race, so I'm representing for the Black Deadheads who are still in hiding....so far.