Abba wrote:
I call myself a "head". Didn't get to tour with the GD but the music/vibe is what I'm all about. I'm not affraid to say I MISSED Jerry and consider myself a Deadhead...
I agree with you Abba, sometimes i feel, to be perfectly honest that i missed it, that i am hanging on to whats left, never getting to see Jerry, never getting to see the true Grateful dead. i have been to over 100 shows, Dead, P&F, the Dog furthur, but i still feel like i am chasing something i wont ever fully grasp. that is being a deadhead, i hate to admit this point. For me to admit it makes me feel like all those nights i spent waiting in the lot, fighting for dancing room and being completely enveloped in love from the band is all in the pursuit of being able to call myself a head. When is it enough? My week's, my emotions, run on energy of the excitement of waiting for the next show, hoping, praying i will see them again sooner then later. When is it enough to call yourself a Head? i seriously ask you all. I have wanted a dead tattoo, something of my own design, a bolt maybe, for the longest time, my first show was 2001... but i feel somehow unable to get one for the fear of being considered a fake, a wannabe. I feel like i have earned it, i feel like i can stick it out on a 5 night run with the best of them, i can sleep on the floor of a friend of a friend of a friends hotel room surrounded by more people than the fire code allows 4 fold. i wish i could let that feeling go, so, badly. I want to be able to say it proudly "I'm a deadhead" people i know consider me as much, but they don't know what the life is really like. How do you tell them what it means to YOU. How the music makes you feel. having no state to really call home, when i walk into that theater, feel the electricity, feel the energy, the love, i feel more at home then anywhere i have ever "lived". Is it self serving that i seek some sort of recognition for my deadication? Maybe, maybe i am far to worried what other people think of me. Maybe i need to let that shit go. let the four winds blow me where it may and worry less about who i bump into on the way or what they think of me as i pass by. I have had a hard time, finding my own identity within this collective identity, we all call the Grateful Dead Family. So many people have come before me, i only wish to join there ranks. i want to be a welcomed recruit, even if i feel like a veteran thanks for listening, was that a rant or what? this thread more than any other struck a cord within me. much love to you all