Bring Out Your Dead
Eugene reflects on its Grateful Dead legacy on the band’s 50th anniversary
In 1994, I was one year old, sitting in the grass wearing a blue floral dress and eating a Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia Peace Pop. This made sense: Like many children of Deadheads, my parents had brought me to the Grateful Dead show at Autzen Stadium on June 17, 1994. My parents met in the summer of ’88 on their way to a Dead show at Autzen. My mom had never been to Oregon and needed a ride from Los Angeles; my dad gave her one. Five years later, I was born and they were taking me to Grateful Dead concerts. Continue reading