It's Not Over Unless...



This was something I posted to the Grateful Dead Newsgroup rec.music.gdead on August 15, 1995. The response has been heart-warming, so I thought I would publish it here.


Hey now -

I started out as a teenage deadhead. Now I'm a grandaddy. One of the few things in my life that hasn't changed in all that time is my love for this music, the ideas expressed in it, and the other people who love it like I do.

Even though I am NOT related to Bob Weir, I have been a fan of the band for 27 years. This week has been hard on a lot of people, but we all have some great memories. I didn't know Jerry personally, but I know for certain that this was one guy who was not into the cult of personality.

AND IT'S NOT OVER UNLESS
WE FORGET EVERYTHING WE'VE LEARNED

Some perspective:

I remember people telling me it was over in 1969, that I'd missed seeing "the real Grateful Dead".
I remember people telling me it was over when the Dead quit playing free shows.
I remember people telling me it was over when Pigpen died, because he was the heart and soul of the band.
I remember people telling me it was over because Jerry was a junkie and he couldn't last - that was circa 1973 and I argued with him that Jerry was too smart to be a junkie :-(
I remember people telling me it was over because the boys were getting too old to rock and roll - in 1974.
I remember people telling me it was over when the Dead quit touring in 1974.
I remember people telling me it was over because they thought the Dead had gone disco (!?) in the late seventies.
I remember people telling me it was over when the Dead were banned from venues - in the '80s.
I remember people telling me it was over when the Dead responded by shutting down all non-GDP vending.
I remember people telling me it was over when Jerry went into his diabetic coma.
I remember people telling me it was over when Touch of Grey hit the charts & alot of "new people" showed up.
I remember people telling me it was over when the Dead stopped doing New Years Eve after Bill Graham died.

I never once believed it was over, in spite of what people said, because 'it', the thing we call "The Grateful Dead" was too good a thing to die.

There have always been people on the outside/inside who did not "get it". So, flamers flame-on, just like you always have. There's always been negative energy around the scene, but the positive still outweighs it. I'm just glad I'm one of "us" instead of one of "you".

We live on.

The music lives. The desire to be free, have fun and dance, all live on. The Grateful Dead is and always was about life, and life will always find a way.

I belong to a group of deadheads called the The Wandering Tribe of Bozos. We're NOT falling apart, NOT committing suicide, NOT "getting jobs" (at least not stupid jobs - most of us work for ourselves), NOT forgetting what we've learned, and NOT giving up what we've earned!

It never was about how many shows you went to, or how many tapes you had, or how long your hair was, or how many drugs you took, whether you knew the words to all the songs (the band didn't :-) or whether or not you knew Jerry. It was, and always has been about: a smile on the face, a twinkle in the eye, and a dance in the step. And yes, it was about strangers stopping other strangers, sometimes just to shake their hands.

Jerry is still wondering, "Are you kind?"

Peace - Love - Understanding

Bill Weir



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