For a decade or so, I called myself a “recovering Deadhead.” But eventually, I realized there’s no getting over it. I've read every Grateful Dead bio I could lay my hands on. As with many of them, there are a lot of less-than-flattering things about the band in here. But that's okay.
This is the first real look "inside" what went on in the band after Jerry Garcia died, and author Selvin acknowledges early on that keeping internal disagreements and conflicts private (like the ones he's reporting on) was pretty much how they'd always operated.
It's sad reading about a lot of what went on, and if people would prefer not to know that kind of stuff, I totally get it--they should avoid this book.
But that doesn't make it "gossip" or "attacking" any of the band (as I’ve heard some claim), not if the research and the reporting are accurate. On that count, we have Dave McNally (the band's authorized biographer and a long-time insider) saying that factually, it's “99 percent accurate." That's a pretty high score.
So reporting on the schism that developed among the band members after Garcia died and on the subsequent actions the various parties took (including occasionally making their differences public for the first time, albeit without much context or explanation) is what a good historian should do.
While Selvin cast pretty much everyone in the band in a negative light, he hits Phil Lesh and his wife Jill the hardest. But from what I could tell, after Garcia died, all they wanted to do was go off and live their lives the way they wanted.
The deeper I got into the book, the more it seemed like the real problem was an enormous expectation—among the fans and, at times, even among the guys themselves—that the “core four” somehow were obligated to stay together and play together even after Jerry was gone. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time it didn’t.
But laying it all out there like that kind of amounts to an implicit invitation for the reader to take sides and "choose, like children of divorced parents, whether to spend the holiday with Mom or Dad" (to use Selvin’s metaphor describing the competing New Year's Eve shows of 2001).
One thing that surprised me is how Selvin pretty much gushes about the success of the Fare Thee Well shows. Promoter Peter Shapiro comes across as some kind of superhero and according to Selvin, the performances were the greatest of the post-Jerry era. I don’t know enough to be able to say whether that’s true about Shapiro, but I know there have been better shows—a lot better shows—both before FTW and since.
That part sounded like it was written by a publicist, not so much by an author who’d been in a full-on “warts and all” mode throughout the rest of the book.
Regardless, Deadheads still got a pretty much a happy ending, for a while at least.
Phil still does live shows occasionally, although it looks like COVID brough Terrapin Crossroads to an end. Bobby, Billy and Mickey have spent the last five years teamed up with John Mayer (and Oteil Burbridge and Jeff Chimenti) as Dead & Company, a touring band that brought both the music and the Grateful Dead experience to fans new and old, although right now they're in the middle of their final tour (sans an ailing Billy), with Mayer planning a return to his solo career.
But Bobby's been touring with the Wolf Brothers and bands like Joe Russo's Almost Dead, Melvin Seals' JGB, and the annual Daze Between events (paying tribute to Jerry Garcia) still provide lots of opportunities for members of the various incarnations of the band to sit in for a night or two.