Friday night LB and I went out with some friends to check out a couple of bands – one of which was a Grateful Dead cover band. And you might be surprised, dear readers (as was my husband) to find out just how many songs I knew. Like not as many as the bearded guy in the tie dye but many, many more than you’d expect from a woman wearing a headband with an attached bow.
But had you known me back in the day… Wait a minute! This is exactly what I’m going to sound like talking to my kids! It’s like deja vu, only in reverse. What would that be? Va vu? Vava vu? Vavavoom? I don’t know; I don’t speak French. Anyway, had you known me “in the day” you would not be surprised at all I knew the words to Dead songs because I looked like this:
Okay, upon closer inspection, I realize I don’t actually look like I’m following the Dead at all (which I wasn’t); I look like I’m on my way to class (which I was) with a really bad perm that is growing out much too slowly (Lordy be, it really was) while wearing a really ugly jacket that I will not realize is ugly until I see an ex-boyfriend wearing the same one (it was so, so ugly).
And I will admit that while I listened to the Dead and jam bands and saw more concerts than you can shake at stick at (and now I’ve become a grandma) I pretty much saw the “jam” parts as “the bit you had to make it through in order to get to the words.” So, in all actuality, I’m not even a little bit of a Dead Head. I’m not even sure how you spell Dead Head – Deadhead? DeadHead? Dead Haede? Ack! It’s starting to look like it’s not a word anymore, like when you say the word “toilet” too much and then can’t remember what it means and it totally freaks you out because you know that you know the word toilet but the word doesn’t sound anymore like the word you thought was toilet before and how can a word lose its meaning like that just by repeating it over and over again and, dude, I’m totally flipping out right now and freaking myself out, I just want toilet to go back to meaning toilet!
So. I believe the conclusion we can come to is this: I didn’t follow the Dead, I don’t look like I followed the Dead, I wasn’t especially into the Dead but I can sing along to a few of their songs.
Another hard day’s work, all wrapped up, here at the blog.
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Dear Readers:
Kara is trying to squirm out of being more of a Deadhead (?) than she is letting on to be. Case in point (though I’ll admit any “by proxy” argument would never hold up in court), her best friend named her car in college “Sugar Magnolia”.
Your argument, Counselor!
Hmmm. I had completely forgotten about that.
Although using said logic, I was “cool” in college since I was friends with you…
Check mate!
Compliment accepted.