In the early days, there were legions of people in the SF bay area -- rabid believers in the "Power to the People" trip -- who couldn't stand The Dead because they essentially stopped playing free shows.
Then -- believe it or not -- quite a few early Deadheads jumped off board when "Workingman's Dead" and "American Beauty" were released. All they wanted to hear was "What's Become of the Baby?" things, and thought those two gems of albums represented some sort of betrayal of the band's psychedelic roots.
I also remember a lot of "Fuck that!" when the Shakedown Street album came out.
Plus, all the grief they got about playing football stadiums.
There have always been more than a few music critics who habitually blistered the band, too. There's one guy in Chicago -- I can't recall his name, but I believe he's still around -- who always described them as a tired oldies band who thinks the flower power days are still relevant.
And now -- as I'm sure everyone noticed -- Furthur and its management got raked over the coals by some about the Beacon situation.
Wish I could learn to take all that venom in stride, but it's tough. Because if ever musicians didn't deserve it, it's The Dead, Bobby and Phil, et al.
But, oh, well... we're all entitled to our opinions, aren't we?