latebloomer - I started reading this article tonight and "bookmarked" it for later, because,
as you say, it is hella long. But --knowing a little bit about the Grateful Dead, and being in SF
and crossing paths with many peeps from that crowd-- I was surprised how little I knew about
Betty Cantor-Jackson. So, I googled her, and one of the first things that popped up was a
Phil Lesh fan board where someone posted on her behalf, looking to see whether anyone had a
junker car they no longer want - would they consider donating it to Betty Cantor-Jackson? She
lives out in the sticks somewhere, and each week, this iconic sound engineer travels into
the city (San Francisco) to do sound as a volunteer for this church that does all kinds of social
justice work, called GLIDE, which has been around forever. And to get here she has to ride 3 buses,
and it takes over 2 hours each way.
I saw that post and thought "awwwwww, those Deadheads - so kind to take care of each other this
way." But then started reading the
hundreds of responses. Given what it said in that article (the part
II read) about her not getting paid for some of her work with the Dead, falling apart at the seams,
and having to stash her belongings in a storage space until she could pay for it no longer -- and
it being auctioned off--including the soundboards for a pile of Grateful Dead shows that hadn't
been heard before, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was sad to get the sense that
after producing Workingmans Dead and other masterpieces that Betty Cantor-Jackson seems to be
--and to have been for some time-- pretty much
persona non grata with the Grateful Dead "family,"
and is still or again close to destitute.
So, oddly enough, of the hundreds of responses to this plea, 80% were straight-up vicious, hostile,
sardonic, mean-spirited, judgmental, full of resentment, blame, and finger pointing--like, she must
have brought this on herself--she made her bed so now she can lie in it--let her eat cake, kind of posts.
I mean, Jeez Louise, curmudgeons abound here on iorr, no doubt, but
(a) we're Rolling Stones fans and never claim to be huggy-wuggy-sweetie-pie-smoochums-vegan-
wiccan-earth-mama/daddy-freelovin-ecstatic-dancing-spirit-channeling-openminded-Eastern-enlightened-
ubermoral-luvbugs (tho some of us may be
)
and
(b) even on a bad day most of us don't tend to come close to how nasty these peeps were to one
of their own.
Like if, say, in some parallel universe, many years ago, a producer who'd contributed mightily to
Stones' albums and concerts that mean the world to us, had been bilked out of a lot of $$
(repeat:
this is apocryphal). And fans knew it and thought it was crappy, the way evidently serious
Deadheads know about Betty Cantor-Jackson (tho I have to say: I don't know the whole story). And
then someone in 2012 posted on iorr that this former producer is broke and is riding 4 hours of buses
into Chicago 1x/week to do charity sound engineering for a church! and his friend tells us he'd love even
an old beater of a car but doesn't have the cash flow that will allow that -- can you imagine
many of us saying "A$$hole - it's his fault if he screwed up his finances! Go #$%^ yourself!" But
that's what these Deadheads were saying. Hundreds of them. Made me sad.
I have great respect for the musicology of the band, as well as the influence of the Grateful Dead
culturally, and find the Deadhead fan phenomenon/sociology fascinating, but have often wondered
how deep the peace n love ethos goes with some of those folks.
I'll read the rest of the article later -- thanks for posting it -- and ps I have something to share
with iorr in the next months about Owsley Stanley and the Stones...
- swiss
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