Chuck Berry (and later The Beatles) just wanted it. It's been a long time since Led Zeppelin did it. The Rolling Stones like it and Lou Reed's life was saved by it. Rock is dead they say; long live rock.
A deadhead walks into a bar and pulls up a seat next to an ordinary, but oddly familiar character. Soon enough, the easygoing stranger strikes up a conversation, eventually reeling off tale after tale of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. And, of course, he is the one at the center of these stories in his band called The Grateful Dead. That’s kind of what reading Bill Kreutzmann’s Deal is like... more