The phone rang about 9:30. “Nazz, Jerry died”
“What are you talking about” I answered.
“Jerry died!, it just came over the news!”
“Holy shit! I guess fall tour is cancelled!” I countered.
I immediately bolted from my office and went down to the NPR
radio office a couple of floors down. Sure enough, I pulled a news release that
gave brief details that Captain Trips had departed a few hours before. I still
have the printed teletype announcement somewhere in the Nomad archives.
I called Mrs. Nomad and she said “Well I guess that’s why
the radio is playing nothing but Dead tunes”.
The rest of the day was a blur… the messages on
rec.music.gdead were flying faster than they could be read. I started getting
calls from other heads, while my co-workers were buzzing about (it was not
exactly a well kept secret that I was into the Dead).
Later that day, the missus and I went to Central Park… it
seemed to make sense to us to go over to Strawberry Fields (the John Lennon
memorial area). When we got there, the area was teeming with people, playing
songs, weeping and wandering around in a daze.
At some point, MTV was interviewing people and they grabbed
us for an interview. I must have been more lucid than the other people they
talked to, because they recorded me and the missus long enough that they
actually had to change tapes. I remember saying something about how that was
the end of The Grateful Dead and it would be a “sham” if the Dead carried on
without Jerry under the “Grateful Dead” brand.
The next morning I start getting calls from a lot of people
telling me they had seen me interviewed on TV as part of the coverage. I also got
a lot of shit from people for “dissing” the Dead for saying they shouldn’t
carry on. In fact, people came up to me over a year later at shows and asked me
if I was “that guy”.
Fucking hippies.
A couple of days later, (with the “official” wake happening
in San Francisco), thousands of people gathered in NYC in Central Park again to
celebrate and mourn Jerry. We brought Princess Nomad with us (she was a tot as
you can see in the picture. I remember running into people we knew, including
one of Mrs. Nomad’s old boyfriends.
A few weeks later, someone told me that I had my letter about Jerry published in Rolling Stone. Only thing was, I didn't remember ever writing a letter to Rolling Stone. But, there it was!
I’ve been to dozens of Grateful dead “offshoot” bands since…
Further, The Other Ones, The Dead, Phil & Friends, Ratdog, et al. But of
course it hasn’t been the same. Sometimes the shows have been better than the
Grateful Dead (much better, in fact).
But it’s never been “as good”. When Jerry died, everything changed.
Chocolate doughnuts and heroin. It killed Jerry. Watch it,
kids.
Oh, how I long for the days when my worry’s were only
copping a ticket to the next Dead show!