{"id":72,"date":"2014-03-19T02:30:59","date_gmt":"2014-03-19T02:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oldkaren.com\/?p=72"},"modified":"2014-03-19T02:30:59","modified_gmt":"2014-03-19T02:30:59","slug":"dead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/?p=72","title":{"rendered":"Dead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Grateful Dead have been around forever, it seems.\u00a0 I&#8217;ve heard their name since the sixties, but can&#8217;t say I was ever a fan.\u00a0 I was more into beach music and Motown.\u00a0 Loved the Beatles, Four Seasons, Supremes and Carpenters.<\/p>\n<p>From the albums I noted in George&#8217;s apartment back in the eighties when we started dating, his tastes were quite different:\u00a0 Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Riders of the Purple Sage, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Bob Dylan and yes, the Grateful Dead.\u00a0 This music, what I knew of it, seemed rough and earthy to me, conjuring images of drugs, alcohol and endless sex.<\/p>\n<p>Far removed from the safe music I favored.<\/p>\n<p>I will confess that I went to a Jimi Hendrix concert when I was in ninth grade, at the insistence of a rather unconventional guy I was dating at the time.\u00a0 I remember the sickening sweet smell wafting through the crowd as we made our way into the arena, and Jimi, playing a guitar with his teeth, then smashing it against the stage and throwing pieces to the screaming crowd.<\/p>\n<p>My date informed me that I was smelling marijuana.\u00a0 Wonderful.<\/p>\n<p>Being a musician myself, I was impressed that it was even possible to play a guitar with teeth, but heartbroken to see an instrument needlessly destroyed.<\/p>\n<p>Did I fit in with that crowd?\u00a0 Not at all.\u00a0 And I became more determined not to fit in after attending the concert.<\/p>\n<p>But here we are, in 2014.\u00a0 George and I are driving to the local vineyard to buy a couple bottles of wine.\u00a0 I suddenly become aware of the music George is playing.\u00a0 It sounds like old sixties\/seventies rock music, voices slightly off-key.\u00a0 Then, I am struck by the words themselves.<\/p>\n<p><i>Please don&#8217;t murder me<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>I confirm with George what is actually being said, the words seem so unlikely for a song.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who is that?&#8221; I finally ask.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Grateful Dead.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And I realize I have never heard them before in my life.<\/p>\n<p>How is that even possible?<\/p>\n<p>I am fifty-nine.<\/p>\n<p>Old.<\/p>\n<p>I ask why George has never played a Grateful Dead album in our home during the almost thirty years we&#8217;ve been married.<\/p>\n<p>He tells me he has.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t remember.<\/p>\n<p>Either I&#8217;ve been horribly sheltered my entire life or my memory is gone.<\/p>\n<p>My brain&#8211;fried by a singular exposure to marijuana.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Grateful Dead have been around forever, it seems.\u00a0 I&#8217;ve heard their name since the sixties, but can&#8217;t say I was ever a fan.\u00a0 I was more into beach music and Motown.\u00a0 Loved the Beatles, Four Seasons, Supremes and Carpenters. From the albums I noted in George&#8217;s apartment back in the eighties when we started [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=72"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions\/73"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=72"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=72"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=72"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}